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Only the soldiers stationed at the border throughout the month could sense that the Nine Nether Alliance seemed to have diminished in number, which was originally stationed opposite them.
As June arrived, the north welcomed yet another rainy season. Neither side's soldiers chose to advance into battle under such conditions.
The rain held little significance for cultivators; with the presence of Transcendent Practitioners, rainy weather provided no cover during combat. A reckless attack would only expose their weaknesses to the enemy.
The war had entered a rare period of calm, all due to the situation caused by Gu Ping Academy. No one wished for an uncertain factor to appear in their plans, especially when they had prepared extensively for what should have been a predictable outcome.
Bu Luo could ascertain that even with the assistance of Great Qin Ying Clan and Moon River Sect, the Cheng Dao Sect would struggle to withstand the onslaught from Ninth Underworld. Even though every warrior on the Northern Battlefield was growing stronger day by day, it remained difficult to halt the advance of the Nine Nether Alliance.
Sometimes, when high-level combat power could not be relied upon, the Daoist Sect would shift battles to lower-tier arenas, relying on numbers to determine victory. Undoubtedly, Cheng Dao Sect held no advantage in that regard.
In reality, Cheng Dao Sect had already begun mobilizing all available forces against the invasion from Ninth Underworld, including various sects stationed outside the borders of the Seven Major Feudal States, led by Cheng Dao Sect itself.
The number of Transcendent Practitioners rushing to the battlefield had long surpassed fifty, and a single Mahayana Practitioner was leading three Combined Cultivators stationed in the Northern Region. Yet, they still found themselves at a numerical disadvantage.
At this moment, Cheng Dao Sect faced a siege from the Nine Nether Three Great Gates, relying solely on its own strength. Meanwhile, Great Qin Ying Clan, with its celestial beings and rumors surrounding Yin Tianheng, found itself somewhat relieved.
As July brought renewed flames of war, attention returned to the battlefield. The Nine Nether Army advanced with overwhelming force, gradually flattening the defenses of Cheng Dao Sect.
More and more people felt the pressure from Ninth Underworld. Many were watching closely; everyone in Bu Luo understood that relying solely on the strength of the eastern Northern Region would not suffice to stop the advance of the Nine Nether Army.
Three of the Seven Major Feudal States had already fallen, and the enemy had reached the Northern Pass, which served as undeniable proof.
Xiao Zhang still refused to give up on the Cheng Dao Sect, regardless of the difficulties of leaving his homeland. "I don't deny it," he thought, whether it was due to the Dao Tradition or some other reason. Gu Ping, who didn't want to become famous, no longer persuaded him. No matter how much Xiao Zhang insisted, the day would inevitably come when he would have to make a choice.
No one knew that Yin Tianheng was not in the Great Qin Empire or at the border near Ren He. Instead, he was outside the Little Jiang Kingdom, in a spacious mansion, occasionally guiding a group of children in their cultivation.
Gu Ping had returned.
It was unclear who shouted first, but a group of children bounced around Gu Ping, surrounding him. For those homeless children, Coco's place felt like home.
After spending some time calming the kids down, Gu Ping finally made his way back to his mansion. Ye You was sitting in a rocking chair, idly fanning himself while a fresh batch of tea lay beside him, just harvested that season.
Yang Yan was preparing lunch for the children. Gu Ping couldn't quite understand why those two always seemed to clash whenever they met. Bu Luo was busy addressing some questions from Gu Na's group of kids. Though this kept the two men from being too hostile towards each other, they still regarded one another with mutual disdain.
Leisurely moments passed quickly. From Gu Ping's return to the academy to adjustments in the Ninth Underworld's offensive strategy and then back from Cheng Dao Sect, a year and a half had slipped by unnoticed.
The situation in Tiandong was muddled by Bei Qinping's unscrupulous meddling, much like the thick fog that lingered over Little Jiang Kingdom in August, making everything increasingly unclear.
Recently, Yuezi and Hong Ling had come by with some news. It seemed that Hong Yulong had reached the Infant Stage and appeared to be progressing rapidly; it shouldn't be long before he broke through to Transcendence.
Given Gu Ping's past experiences, Yang Yan knew quite a bit as well. At least at this moment, Hong Ling was willing to help Gu Ping, which made Yang Yan feel that their relationship must not be bad.
At least it could be considered a gentlemanly friendship—calm and clear as water.
Bu Luo sensed that Gu Ping's heart was troubled. Among all those willing to help Yan Dong, aside from his master Yin Tianheng and Ye You, as well as Yang Yan and a few others, it could be said that no one else truly assisted him.
No one wanted to have an additional master for no reason, especially not the Local Emperor. This had always been the case; otherwise, how could the Daoist Sects have failed to achieve unity? The variables were simply too many, and it was not something that could be accomplished in a month. Moreover, there was indeed no Ren He family capable of initiating a world-enemy mode during the era of the Daoist Sects' fragmentation, which continued to extend into Dong Lai.
Just as they had finally endured until the Light Path was destroyed and the Beginning Path became a dead end, many Daoist Sects had reached an agreement. Who would have thought that a small group led by Gu Ping would suddenly emerge?
It was likely that among the various Daoist Sects in the Heavenly Realm, there were many who hated Gu Ping to the core. If they were to meet face-to-face, they might immediately draw their swords without uttering a single word.
Was there no news from the Light Path?
Gu Ping felt curious. Such a rare opportunity for self-reorganization wouldn’t just slip away from the Light Path, would it? Bu Luo, like him, didn’t care about the strength of the Light Path; all he hoped for was that the Great Qin Ying Clan could hold on.
As long as the three realms could not unify in a day, there would be no Dao Zun capable of harnessing the world's Fortune to impact the Creation Realm.
After Gu Ping broke through to the Transcendence Realm, time seemed to become abundant. Some plans, even if they were already certain, could only be executed step by step; there were no shortcuts to take.
Yang Yan shook his head. In the past, he had picked up the embroidery placed on the table and began to work on it like a refined lady. Everyone in the courtyard appeared calm and orderly.
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