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"Light of Dawn"
With a loud shout, Chongming Guang raised his legs high above his head. The intense light blinded the Night Emperor, making it impossible for him to open his eyes. He had to rely on his Divine Sense to gauge the movements of Chongming Guang and Jie Donglai.
Unbeknownst to him, within a hundred meters, the entire area was enveloped in a sea of light, and his figure had already appeared in Chongming Guang's sight.
He had heard that he possessed the Dominating Sword, but he was unsure whether it could break through his Radiant Fist.
Boom!
The Night Emperor was blasted into the sky by Chongming Guang, and the tremendous shockwave caused all the leaves around them to fall, slightly altering the landscape.
In the mid-stage of Transcendence, it was clear that he was stronger than those guys.
The Night Emperor smiled wryly. Gu Ping, Zhu Xian Mountain, and Ye You were all much younger than he and Tenglan, known as Zhongshang. Bu Luo, the youngest among them, was still far behind Gu Ping.
For those individuals, achieving a certain level before turning a hundred often determined how far they could go in the future.
Just like Yang Sheng from the Jade Void Sect, Ru Ming's Night Emperor, and Tenglan, known as Zhongshang. They were all on a smooth path in their cultivation journey, while even the young master of the Nangong Family was close to reaching his limits.
As for Gu Ping and Chongming Guang, they were still quite far from a hundred years old.
It truly made one envious.
The Night Emperor sighed as he unleashed his most proficient spell, the Light Severing Technique.
He captured a beam of light from the heavens, propelling himself at incredible speed towards his enemy. With the Aurora Double Kill Technique, he aimed to deliver a lethal strike to the opponent's leg.
However, facing someone like Chongming Guang, a Refiner armed from head to toe, the Night Emperor's decisive blow merely left a mark on Chongming Guang's shoulder, as if it had been brushed aside.
It seemed futile; he couldn't even break through my defenses.
With a sense of resignation, the Night Emperor sheathed his dagger, abandoning any thoughts of further entanglement with Chongming Guang. He lamented his lack of powerful techniques like the Dominating Sword. The truth was, he had no way to counter this situation. After all, not every technique suited him; just like Gu Ping's Dominating Sword—no matter how much he tried, he could never master it.
He reflected on how the Dominating Sword wielded by them had an unmatched aura reminiscent of Coco's overwhelming presence.
Following the Light Severing Technique with the far more potent Day-Night Instant should yield better results. It bore similarities to that guy's A Distant Paradise. Bu Luo represented a secret art that manipulated both time and space, while Day-Night Instant was a spell that pushed the limits of time itself. In terms of sheer power, Day-Night Instant should far surpass A Distant Paradise.
Chongming Guang recognized the Night Emperor's dilemma and pointed out that it seemed the Eternal Night Sect possessed that particular spell. He mentioned that it was likely available in the library and that with his status and level, he could access it anytime without facing any obstacles.
Suddenly recalling the Night Emperor's plight, Chongming Guang indicated where Day-Night Instant could be found. Although there was a hint of helplessness in his tone, given that Bright Disciples and Ru Ming were becoming increasingly rare.
He mused about the once-illustrious era of light when they could boast seven Mahayana Practitioners and dozens of Transcendence Period Celestial Beings. Truly, Fei Tian Dong was the foremost Major Sect but ultimately fell victim to Bu Luo’s inevitable decline.
In just a few short days, everything had crumbled like a tree falling and scattering its monkeys.
The atmosphere was cool and indifferent, allowing Chongming Guangminghong to navigate through many matters with a sense of ease.
At the peak of Cangqing Mountain, two old men were engaged in a fierce game, their chess pieces falling at a speed that dazzled the eye. Soon, the Black-Red Chess Pieces filled the entire board, yet neither player slowed down. The game continued with pieces transformed by spiritual energy, battling without boundaries.
The battlefield expanded, reminiscent of Ru Ming's Northern Region, where it was uncertain when other forces would join in and unveil a new chapter of war.
What did that kid say? I wonder what he thinks about it.
Eight would never acknowledge that identity. Liu Liang shook his head as he settled into the pavilion, having gained sufficient understanding of Gu Ping's attitude. Bu Luo Ren was quite impressive—thick-skinned and confident, perhaps due to his master. What do you think, Yin Brother?
As for his matters, when he feels ready to take that first step, he will lead him into the sky. Yan Dong could not be touched; at least he was the one with the most hope.
As the pieces scattered, the game remained won by Yin Tianheng. After all, with age came mastery over everything.
Let him be; a bright future depended on those people or on the old man who played against Yin Tianheng as he gazed into the distance—toward the direction where Chongming Guang resided—or perhaps it relied on those young individuals.
Without the Bright Foundation, there would be no Dongyi to emerge; how could brightness be revitalized anew?
In Fate, there are predetermined outcomes. They were not in a hurry; they were not in a hurry at all.
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