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Though his words were polite, the anger reflected in Chongming Guang's eyes was unmistakable. Even a passerby could tell that he was truly furious upon encountering the Soul Domain.
Well, Bu Luo would kill without hesitation; there would be no sparring.
Honestly, he didn’t know why, but he also felt an urge to kill tomorrow.
As they watched Chongming Guang and Zhu Xian Mountain disappear into the mist, Gu and the others remained unmoved, continuing to walk through the banquet. The battle in Nine Heavens was enough to keep them still; they couldn’t see anyone, and even if they followed, they wouldn’t be able to see.
It was rare for ordinary Ying Cultivators to witness a Transcendent Practitioner in battle. In Nine Heavens, there were fierce winds, and each cultivator could reach their limits. Beyond Nine Heavens lay the void of space, which was the route Gu had taken to Cloud Mist Manor.
Chongming Guang and Zhu Xian Mountain were not ordinary Transcendent Practitioners; they could reach great heights. Thus, those who could see them were fortunate, while those who couldn’t follow along would never reach Nine Heavens.
After those cultivators returned from the sky, a circular ring formed automatically in the clouds above. Countless streams of water from Dianchi surged into the misty circle, creating a constantly flowing mirror that reflected the scene of the two battling.
Footsteps drifted across the cloud-filled sky, and above them, the starry expanse seemed endless. A river of stars stretched across the sky from afar, making one feel like Bu Luo—a mere drop in the ocean.
As the two great domains unfolded, Chongming Guang and Zhu Xian Mountain collided without reservation. It was like two stars—one bright and one dark—crashing together. The immense shockwave could be felt even from a distance.
Who do I think will win?
Nangong Huan looked at Gu with some reluctance. Having just suffered defeat, he clearly felt unsatisfied. No matter how one looked at it, Bu Luo had ultimately defeated him fairly; that fact couldn’t be erased.
He hoped that Chongming Guang would win. I knew that a few months ago, they had fought to a standstill, with neither side gaining the upper hand. Bu Luo had held back during that battle.
But I was growing faster than him, and he always felt that I hadn’t shown my full strength yet, not even in that recent fight.
I didn’t know why, but it seemed that ever since he stepped onto that path, he had become accustomed to being in an environment where he was constantly hunted. He had never been forced to reveal his trump card, much like the saying goes: a gentleman does not stand on dangerous ground. Perhaps that was a fitting description for him, Ru Ming.
However, the Daoist Sect would not give me that opportunity. One day, when I sought an audience with Dao Zun, how much longer could my master help me?
Why must I face Dao Zun? Gu Wei smiled and asked back, leaving Nangong Huan momentarily speechless. A seed belonging to the path of cultivation had already been sown; it didn’t necessarily need him to water and nurture it to grow. I knew that wild plants often thrive better than those raised in captivity.
So I never truly believed I could confront Dao Zun. That’s why I never worried.
Of course, he was concerned about living well. There were many places he wanted to go, dreams he wished to pursue with Yoyo, seeking the legendary tales of immortality. He wanted to see Yellow Spring and Azure Sky, to leave footprints at the ends of the earth, to gaze beyond the ocean and wonder what lay beyond it. He aspired to become an immortal and enjoy eternal bliss. Those were things anyone might dream of. So it seemed to me that his ideals weren’t too numerous; at most, he just wanted to find a good woman—something Bu Luo seemed to have already accomplished.
It sounded like life was simple for him, but it was nothing like what I was doing now.
Even Han Yu couldn’t make sense of it all. I really wanted to ask who had worked tirelessly over the years alongside the Daoist Sect—who exactly was Bu Luo? But then I realized Gu had never been one to seek trouble; he was only ever proactive in causing trouble during that incident with the Martial Arts Manual.
The move known as Cutting Off the Source of Power truly caught the Daoist Sect off guard. By the time various Daoist Sects reacted, Gu had already spread the Inexpensive Martial Arts Manual through Sky's End Tower; it was too late to stop it.
The Hong Clan could see the brilliance behind this maneuver. The Martial Arts Manual quietly seeped into every corner of the Dust Realm, thanks to the support of the Hong Clan. In fact, they had begun their infiltration as soon as Gu revealed his martial arts secrets.
This marked a change of era—a transformation capable of altering the very fabric of reality. Even with enormous risks involved, the Hong Clan was unwilling to miss this opportunity; if they gambled incorrectly, it would jeopardize their future.
I see that, in fact, the arguments between those two from the Daoist Sect hold little significance. The Daoist Sect has no future; no matter how talented they are, it doesn't change the fact that Cultivation and Daoism are fundamentally incompatible. Ultimately, only one can stand tall in the East. They deny the future of the Daoist Sect, but does the Daoist Sect truly have a future?
And what about me? What future does a Cultivator have?
He chuckled to himself, thinking of himself as a pioneer of sorts, feeling his way across the river by touching the stones. Wherever he ended up was where he would be. Even if he initially failed, he considered it an accumulation of experience. In the path of cultivation, nothing is ever certain.
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