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With Nangong Huan's defeat, Han Yu finally felt a sense of relief. Even she couldn't say when it had started, but the seemingly fragile figure in the Spring Pavilion had grown into a solid support that would never disappoint.
Due to Gu Ping's miscalculation, Nangong Huan could only bite her lip and reluctantly admit defeat. In Tian Di Dong, aside from Gu Ping, no one else could use such a method to break the illusion created by the Phantom Sea Leaf.
The power of the Pseudo-Artifact was displayed without reservation before everyone, even those on the outskirts felt that what they saw was unreal.
Was the Phantom Sea Leaf truly constructing an illusion?
Gu Ping had her own suspicions, just like when she had stepped into Heart's Path twice; that sense of reality was undeniable. The term "illusion" could explain it.
An illusion is inherently false, yet whether it was Heart's Path or the Phantom Sea Leaf, both sought a truth.
To distinguish the false from the true, perhaps what the Phantom Sea Leaf and Heart's Path aimed to reveal was akin to peeling away layers of silk cocoons to see the vibrant beating heart within.
Bu Luo, despite the unparalleled strength of the Pseudo-Artifact, still struggled against the fundamental nature of heavenly laws. The rules governing existence acted as a nemesis to all spells in this realm. From this perspective, Nangong Huan was destined not to be Gu Ping's match; they were simply not on the same level.
To seize a moment in time, that kind of legwork could only be accomplished by immortals. Even though Pseudo-Artifact carried a "pseudo" label, it couldn't change its essence compared to True Artifacts—truly enviable.
To say such things was Jiang Anbo's doing; just moments ago he had loudly declared Gu Ping's loss, but Yan Dong immediately turned against him and began to boast about Gu Ping instead.
Speaking of our Treasure Pavilion, renowned for its many artifacts, why didn’t we have two Pseudo-Artifacts on hand? Wouldn't I then be invincible in Fei Tian Dong?
Xu Qiaoshui shook her head and casually explained: "Not everyone can wield a Pseudo-Artifact; one needs the recognition of a True Artifact's Artifact Spirit. The reason Pseudo-Artifact has 'pseudo' in its name is that its Artifact Spirit's intelligence is flawed and cannot unleash all the powers of a True Artifact. Moreover, Bu Luo Tian’s laws do not permit True Artifacts to exist in the World of Mortals, which is why Pseudo-Artifacts have always been so scarce."
It seems like there are quite a few Pseudo-Artifacts from the Treasure Pavilion. I should get a couple to show Jiang and broaden his horizons.
Seeing Jiang Anbo's shameless demeanor, Tan Siyuan pressed down on Jiang Anbo's head and exchanged a light-hearted laugh with Xu Qiaoshui.
Before the banquet began, no one challenged on stage, and Gu Ping was happy to enjoy the peace, returning to the feast where he engaged in poetry and revelry with a few others.
I wonder how my senior brother viewed that previous match?
Wen Shi walked beside the eldest sister, reveling in the joy of their long-awaited reunion. Tenglan, known as Zhongshang, had never realized that the usually composed Wen Shi could exhibit such a side.
After pondering for a while, before anyone could speak, Night Emperor made a remark that left everyone speechless.
I don't deny that among those who could rival me, only Ye Xiezi from Tiandong City, the butcher in the conflict between two realms, and Chongguang, who is universally opposed, are worthy contenders. Among those three, Ye Xiezi can no longer be seen, and Chongguang has not yet reached his full potential.
Tenglan, known as Zhongshang, fell silent. It was undeniable that he had misjudged; there was a time when he believed that the exceptionally talented Junior Brother would be the future of Mok Ming Academy and perhaps even surpass Yin Tianheng from Dongyi.
Gasping, he realized he had miscalculated what lay ahead but had not anticipated what had already passed.
The geniuses of both generations of the academy would ultimately bring an end to Yan Dong's era and conclude the age belonging to the Daoist Sect. Before this moment, the era of the academy had already passed.
The future of the academy now seemed to rest in Wen Tian's hands—something Tenglan, known as Zhongshang, could never have imagined.
The butcher?
Tenglan, known as Zhongshang, gazed quietly to the north. Those who had experienced countless battles on the Northern Battlefield were constantly pushing themselves to enhance their strength while accumulating their own karmic burdens through relentless slaughter.
Aside from the practitioners of the Killing Path, no one wished to increase their own sins of killing. Even those following the Oil Lu Dao and Underworld Path were no exception.
For practitioners who increased their karmic burdens through needless slaughter, breaking through to the Transcendence Period would become increasingly difficult. It could even affect the firmness of their Dao Heart, giving rise to evil thoughts and nurturing demonic obstacles.
However, practitioners of the Killing Path were destined to walk a road accompanied by inner demons and constant bloodshed. Zhu Xian Mountain was no different. Tenglan had never seen a complete corpse in Zhu Xian Mountain, despite the fact that it rarely encountered anyone weaker than itself. Yet during that deep autumn, Tenglan felt that it was becoming increasingly difficult to restrain that butcher.
Slaughter was indeed the best nourishment for Zhu Xian Mountain's needs. As the war intensified, the karmic burdens on the battlefield grew heavier with each passing moment. Tenglan sensed that Zhu Xian Mountain was on the verge of a breakthrough.
On that day, the Ninth Underworld alleviated the awkwardness of having no one present. Bu Luo, however, did not deny what everyone was thinking; he sent forth a Golden Disciple to challenge Gu Ping.
Many believed this was a deliberate humiliation of Gu Ping. When Gu Ping saw Jiang Anbo smiling at him with a mocking expression, he realized that there might be an intention behind it to help him train newcomers, which could hardly be considered an insult after all.
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