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The long passage of time can erase everything that once was. Regarding the fall of the Human Emperor Dynasty and the rise of the Daoist Sect, aside from a few like Tian Zai who have managed to escape the flow of time and remain untouched by fate, no one truly understands the truth of what happened.
Even the events of the Battle of Good and Evil have long been deliberately concealed by those with ulterior motives, leaving only fragmented folk legends behind. The complete truth may only be found within the Great Qin Ying Clan.
He knew these things because he had lived long enough, held a high enough position, and encountered enough matters.
When he first eradicated the Demonic Path in the Dust Realm as a Mahayana Practitioner, he had given all the texts related to the Demonic Path left behind in Dong Lai to him, from which he found many answers to his past confusions.
Among those answers was the decline of martial arts.
Yin Tianheng did not continue speaking; he understood that what he had just said would be hard for most people to believe. There were many things that even he himself was only half-convinced about, so he chose not to reveal everything.
As for whether Hong Yulong would believe it or how he would act upon understanding those secrets, that was of no concern to Yin Tianheng.
Mingyue Buluo felt indebted to his good disciple. As for the additional words he wished to say, Yin Tianheng hoped that at least one more person could understand the truth buried by time.
Thank you, Master. I have been overly suspicious.
No, in a certain sense, he indeed had developed towards that direction. Coco and Bu Luo were merely seeking fortune to a large extent.
Fortune?
Hong Yulong did not understand why someone capable of slaying True Immortals would entrust their future to something as elusive and uncontrollable as fortune.
Could I know about the Heavenly Spirit Root first?
The elements of earth, water, wind, fire, light, chaos, and thunder represented the seven great attributes, which corresponded to the seven spiritual roots.
Hong Yulong frowned, pondering whether the Tian Dong Cultivator was aware of such fundamental knowledge; surely no one would be ignorant of that aspect.
In truth, there was much darkness, slaughter, fate, and the ethereal nature of Fortune.
The Daoist Sect thrived because of the Dao Zun's enlightenment, which condensed the Dao Foundation capable of suppressing Fortune. In the heavenly realm, where existence began, there were Innate Spiritual Treasures that carried Fortune. Moreover, those born into this world inherently possessed great Fortune.
Thus, it was as previously mentioned regarding the Heavenly Spirit Root related to Fortune.
Dao Foundation? Born into this world? Fortune? Heavenly Spirit Root?
Hong Yulong thought deeply as his left eyelid twitched uncontrollably after just regaining consciousness. A name involuntarily surfaced in his mind, providing answers to some of his earlier confusions.
Hong Yulong departed. Gu Ping did not see Hong Ling's excited expression upon Hong Yulong's return; perhaps she was hiding and chose not to disturb him. Instead, she accompanied those homeless children as they migrated toward the borders of the Great Qin Empire.
There, Ying Zhan had already prepared a home for those children.
Meanwhile, in a mansion beyond the borders of the Little Jiang Kingdom, it was uncertain when it would be destroyed by the impending war. More and more people would become homeless due to the conflict.
Consequently, an increasing number of individuals displaced by war would join Gu Ping's ranks among the Cultivators, collectively seeking a path that everyone could tread.
In their ordinariness lay an extraordinary significance.
Gu Ping looked at Yang Yan and Han Yu caring for the children with gratitude but was observed by Tan Siyuan and Jiang Anbo following behind the horse caravan.
What are those lustful eyes thinking?
Tch, does he really not want to take a look?
A thief's heart without the courage of a thief.
In that moment of singing and responding, Gu Ping instantly lost his temper. Bu Luo felt as if something was slowly fermenting outside his body, perhaps one day it would bloom like a tree.
Those years spent in the Northern Region were filled with experiences. Once he healed his wounds, that accumulation should be enough for him to break through the bottleneck. At that time, he wouldn't fall too far behind me.
A few days ago, Gu Ping successfully refined one of the pills given to him by Yin Tianheng, which initially alleviated Wen Ren's injuries. Bu Luo found it difficult to let Wen Renrong cultivate; the process required observing how Jie Donglai managed to collect materials for two types of pills smoothly. Gu Ping wasn't worried at all about his own pill-refining techniques.
Perhaps in a few years, once I heal my wounds, he might have already refined Spirit and Returned to Void. If time isn't too long, he might even reach Nascent Soul and step into Fusion. Wen Shixiong, I can only cheer you on.
Seeing Gu Ping's smiling face, Wen Ren couldn't help but twitch his lips. Although everyone knew he was the fastest to break through in that generation and the strongest in the same realm, there was no need for such flaunting.
He didn't ask me if my senior sister was present during the battle at the academy.
Senior sister... When it came to that topic, both fell silent. Wen Ren thought it should be that she hadn't seen it; there was no need to hide such matters.
No one saw Wen Tian; others had only seen Feng Xiao representing Qiankun Dao. Their senior sister probably wasn't in the academy either.
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