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In the sky, a figure riding a crane, Wang Shizu, gracefully descended, breaking the long-standing silence of Both Sides and igniting a battle that would sweep through the entire academy.
Ultimately, I don't deny it. When it came to that point, many had already made their choices, while more had not even been given the chance to choose.
Gu Ping glanced at Tian Zai's battle. The two Ancestors of the Transcendence Period had long vanished into the horizon, unleashing their skills in places unseen by ordinary people. How could the Dust Realm withstand the rampage of Transcendence cultivators?
The disciples of Huashen Dong were already entangled by the demon clan, leaving only Grand Master Feng standing imposingly before Gu Ping, as if to say that his life was already in someone else's control.
I knew a lot; Qiankun Dao was willing to help me, which was somewhat unexpected. But did I think that merely having superficial strength was enough?
He understood that many Integration Stage demons were absent from the scene; they were likely entangled by other Sect's Great Masters. But did he truly believe he was prepared for this?
Everyone had their preparations. The most arrogant thing I did was to expose my intentions in advance.
From the moment Bian Congdong decided to ascend the mountain, he had no intention of hiding anything further. He also realized that by now, he no longer needed to conceal anything.
Ignoring Grand Master Feng, Gu Ping slightly nodded and stepped back onto the path of the mountain.
Did they really think I was Yin Tianheng? The Demon Suppression Circle once again surged forth; this time, who would come to save me?
A sound echoed from halfway up the mountain, a call that seemed to stretch endlessly. Everyone instinctively halted their movements and turned towards the source of that captivating voice.
A swirling Red Cloud appeared in the battlefield sky without anyone noticing when it arrived, swaying like a fox tail. In that moment, everyone felt a sudden jolt in their hearts.
The fox tail— I don't deny it—Red Cloud. Was it really a fox tail?
The enormous fox tail fell softly with the words, casually blocking Gu Ping's path. Grand Master Feng's Demon Suppression Circle had no effect on Gu Ping's advance.
From various angles, the massive silhouette of the celestial fox reflected in everyone's eyes, yet no one could see the complete form of the Fox Spirit. A rolling, deep-set eye could be vaguely seen, gazing at each person on the battlefield.
Pure Fox.
Many recalled the rumors about the young man and the little fox by his side. Tomorrow, they would finally witness the true appearance of that legendary species.
With a body like clouds and mist, and a tail that obscured the sky, these eight characters appeared repeatedly in different texts describing Pure Fox. The stories often accompanied harrowing disasters that left lingering fears in people's hearts. Had such calamities played out in that Daoist Sect's blessed land?
Bu Luo was merely a Fox Spirit; what could I do against it?
Grand Master Feng clearly felt a mix of fear and bravado. Bu Luo’s words were merely an attempt to boost morale, even he himself hardly believed them.
Every legendary spirit seemed like a deity born from heaven and earth. No one knew their origins, few had seen their forms, and even fewer understood their habits. The legends surrounding these spirits were passed down through generations.
Just how powerful were legendary spirits? Before encountering one, no one could articulate it clearly. Now, Grand Master Feng could confidently tell those who speculated: they were gods.
Grand Master Feng cautiously faced Pure Fox. He could distinctly sense that Pure Fox was indeed at the Transcendence Realm, yet the intense feeling of danger it exuded was something he had never experienced even when facing Transcendence cultivators. This made him wary.
Moreover, at the head of the Fox Spirit stood a woman.
Ordinary disciples found it difficult to see Pure Fox's full form through layers of mist. However, within the Divine Sense of Combined Cultivators, every movement of Pure Fox could be easily perceived. Grand Master Feng quickly noticed Ye You, who stood without any concealment.
They were here.
Gu Ping knew that no one would be able to obstruct his steps up the mountain any longer.
Ye You put away her makeup box, her face, freshly adorned with blush, more captivating than ever. She lightly settled beside Gu Ping, gazing intently at him as he picked up Mumei's belongings.
I really look quite ordinary.
But my appearance is anything but shocking.
The two exchanged smiles and, in the blink of an eye, vanished from the scene, leaving Liu Dong suspended in the air amidst the Great War between Both Sides.
In the southeastern corner of the Split Screen Mountain Range, Pingbo Peak, two elderly men sat on the ground, accompanied by the gentle sound of flowing water. They engaged in a game of chess, black and red pieces clashing on a small chessboard, creating an atmosphere of two armies poised for battle, with no turning back.
"Hey?" Lao Hu, draped in a python robe, puffed out his cheeks and glared at Chen the Old Man. "I've already moved off the chessboard."
When it comes to Tiandong, how could such a small chessboard encompass everything? If he didn't want to make a move, then let’s see how he plays this grand game of Dongyi and how he plans to win against me.
Chen Taishi Ancestor stroked his beard, watching the old man in the python robe with a smile.
The Mahayana Practitioner from the Great Qin Ying Clan had settled here for three months. The two had played countless games, yet Chen Taishi Ancestor had lost more than he won. This game was clearly different from previous ones; last month, black and red were divided into two factions. This month, with black and red facing Tiandong, how could a conclusion be reached in such a short time?
The autumn wind stirred up fallen leaves as both players made their moves swiftly. Soon enough, both Black and Red Twins had ventured beyond the boundaries.
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