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Ten, just a little over ten, had already reached such a heavenly realm. How could there be such a talent emerging from the academy? With Yin Tianheng before and Gu Ping after, why, why could they not remain in the academy? The Heavenly Dao Plateau, oh, the Heavenly Dao Plateau!
No, upon hearing Ren Shi's despairing cry, Ye You, Ying Zhu, and others cast sympathetic glances. After that battle, the academy would completely withdraw from the stage of the Six Major Super Sects. Worldly Affairs would no longer support the academy led by Ren Shi, and the family line of the academy had suffered severe damage.
Fortunately, the academy had strong Mahayana Practitioners backing it up. As long as the foundation was solid, there was hope for a resurgence.
Yet twice they had missed opportunities for revival that lay right before them, but they could not grasp them.
The Mok Ming Academy did not wish for this outcome, yet it seemed unavoidable.
The Daoist Sect would not allow such changes to occur within its jurisdiction. Even if everyone in the academy could share life and death with Yin Tianheng, Worldly Affairs lacked the courage to confront all Daoist Sects under Tiandong.
Thus, for the academy, decline was almost inevitable; there was no reason for any glimmer of hope to exist.
If Yin Tianheng's overwhelming dominance had brought the academy to its peak among the major Super Sects, then with Gu Ping's return, it could be said that the academy would completely fall into decline.
Hundreds of thousands of efforts spanning over a hundred generations within the academy—once a grand entity—finally crumbled under the forceful rise of a young individual.
At that moment, everyone present, including Ren Shi, firmly believed that as long as Gu Ping lived, one day he would lead the entire world into an unpredictable era—a time when everyone would be cultivators—while also ushering in an era shrouded in uncertainty.
Look! The Formation has dissipated.
A lively Chen Si pointed at Tian Zai in astonishment, once again drawing everyone's attention.
The once-mighty Azure Dragon now lay battered and bruised. The army summoned by the Heavenly East Throne had turned into remnants of defeated soldiers; even Ying Zheng's crown was nowhere to be found.
A robust old man, as strong as steel, stood high in the air, his foot pressing down on a True Immortal. The Rift Sky Sword was embedded in another True Immortal's body, golden blood flowing continuously from the World-Shattering Sword.
The Ten True Immortals had long lost their earlier imposing demeanor, now looking disheveled as they clutched their weapons, struggling to keep themselves upright and prevent themselves from falling.
Everyone was now so shocked that they could hardly breathe; there were no words to describe the overwhelming presence of Summit in each person's heart.
The old man, with his hair now tinged red, had declared his return with a high-profile slaying of immortals since the day he appeared.
Tian Geng Fei, through his World-Shattering Battle with the Ten True Immortals, proclaimed to the world that Yin Tianheng was still the same Yin Tianheng. Despite being in Liao Ji, this old man remained invincible.
No one from Tiandong could rival him; even those from Tian Zai could be slain by him. He alone stood supreme between heaven and earth.
Even Gu Ping couldn't help but yearn for the day he could become someone like Yin Tianheng—a person who was universally feared and unmatched.
"We've lost. Is there anything you want to say? We should quickly seek Tian Zai; he will relay our message."
The old man drew his treasured sword and dragged two lifeless-looking immortals to within five meters of the Ten True Immortals. With a hint of fatigue in his voice, he spoke.
Immortal Longevity—despite being pierced through by the World-Shattering Sword, they could still cling to life. Yet they all knew their fate was sealed; even though the old man before them appeared weary, escape was impossible.
The Eastern Monk was obscured by the Formation and did not know what had transpired earlier. However, as one responsible for setting up the Formation, he clearly understood how they had been defeated.
That person was remarkable, perhaps no longer deserving to be called human. Even if someone shouted that Yin Tianheng had achieved immortality at this moment, they would believe it.
It was indeed hard to compete with him.
After the heavens had passed, there would be no one in the World of Mortals who could stop me, right? Unless all the Daoist Sects joined forces and sent every true expert to hunt me down at any cost.
They wouldn’t dare. Having broken free from Dao Zun's control, even if we annihilated the Great Qin Ying Clan, even if we killed Gu Ping and his companions, it would be futile. As long as he lived, the era ruled by the Daoist Sect was destined to end.
No, from the very beginning, the decline of the Daoist Sect had already been inevitable.
The Red-Clad Scholar smiled bitterly and took out a jade slip, imprinting all he wanted to say into it with his divine sense before handing it to Yin Tianheng.
"Thank you. A battle with you in this life is enough."
Others followed suit like the Red-Clad Scholar, giving their words or items they wished to convey to Liu Dong to Yin Tianheng. No one doubted the words of an Old Man who had survived for over a hundred thousand years, let alone those who were destined to die like Yan Dong.
With Liu Dong's relics in hand, everyone exchanged glances and transformed into a wisp of light dust, drifting away with the wind.
In the sky lingered the initial words of the Red-Clad Scholar about Liu Dong.
He had once stepped onto the Summit; like falling dust, life and death were merely part of a single lifetime. Tian Zai people might not live as splendidly as Easterners. If there were a next life, he would rather crawl in the mire than command from atop the clouds.
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