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Ding ding ding, the sound echoed.
The banquet was filled with people who couldn't witness the battle between Chongming Guang and Zhu Xian Mountain. As they opened their gambling games, they enjoyed the melodious performances.
Yet, there was no sign of tranquility; hearts were still suspended in the air. This monumental battle was not just about the reputations of two individuals, but perhaps also about the futures of their respective Daoist Sects.
Gu swirled the wine glass in his hand, realizing that he could no longer taste anything. Even the bitter tea had a strong aroma, perhaps it was one of Ye You's preferences for tea.
The battle at Nine Heavens continued. The sun overhead was nearly setting, and it seemed that even with another day, a victor would not be determined.
Neither Chongming Guang nor Zhu Xian Mountain dared to act recklessly in front of Mistake. Such actions would only expose greater flaws. Their techniques shifted constantly, yet they could not break through Mistake's defenses. Even if minor mistakes occurred, they could not ascertain whether they were intentional.
The exchanges between High Leg were like that; more of a psychological game than anything else. Both sides were equally skilled in offense and defense; it all came down to who could first lure Mistake into their trap for a decisive victory.
Should I join in? Watching those guys having fun made me think so.
Pei Shigui grinned widely, as if he had a pile of spirit stones at stake. Gu knew that this gambling game must have been organized by him; there was no escaping that.
Do I think there's something wrong with my gambling game? Gu glanced at the names displayed on either side of the Arena and the chips marked on the eastern side, casting a wary look at Pei Shigui. What if things turned out differently? The house would lose everything.
No way! Those two were on edge; how could Coco not determine a winner? It seemed they would fight until only one breath remained. Even if it hurt High Killing Leg, he wouldn't be surprised.
That’s what makes it worthwhile.
Many times, I don’t want to act, but I still seek to do something. Just like how the Daoist Sect wants to eliminate Yin Tianheng, or how the academy doesn’t wish for Gu Shan to remain. It’s not enough to just think about it; one must have the strength to act.
Through layers of Red Cloud, a sword aura of Silence cut across the heavens and the earth. Even from the distance of the Nine-Tiered Celestial Tower, it surged like a rainbow, clearly visible to everyone.
Then, a brilliant light descended from the sky, enveloping the Nine Heavens like a canopy.
I wondered how such power would manifest in the World of Mortals. He had once searched for the past of the cultivation world within the Great Qin Ying Clan and discovered an odd point in time when all Sects simultaneously withdrew from the world, as if all Daoist Sects had received a unified command to retreat eastward.
He did not know what had transpired at that time or what had caused it, but he understood that if cultivators truly limited themselves, the World of Mortals would have long since turned to ashes. How could there be a prosperous tomorrow?
Yet, the person capable of making such a decision, or compelling the Daoist Sects to act in this way, must have been someone far greater than he could imagine. They were true pioneers who had walked several eras ahead.
No one responded to Gu's mention of secrets; apart from him, no one was interested in those matters buried beneath piles of paper. Even among those bearing the weight of the Human Emperor Dynasty, few paid attention to such issues.
For Gu, however, it was essential. Only through the passage of time could he uncover the various measures laid out by the Daoist Sects. He sought to understand Minghong's thoughts, Dao Zun's intentions, Jie Donglai's plans, and where that world was headed.
What did the young master think of the Light Path Classic? Had Dao Zun truly erred back then? What about those with masters—the people from Yaoguang Sect, Sunfire Sect, and Eternal Night Sect?
There was no absolute right or wrong; there was only life and death. Hadn't I already acknowledged Minghong? I don't deny it.
Gu held Han Yu close and peeled a grape to feed her. Their every action appeared warm and tender, yet their conversation was filled with helplessness and reality.
Had the Light Path Master truly fallen? What had happened that year with Primordial Dao? What exactly transpired with Tian Zai?
Hong Ling murmured to herself; her questions mirrored Gu's and many others' inquiries.
In the early autumn of that year, "The Book of Radiant Path" descended from the sky like a golden rain, bringing with it tremendous changes. The downfall of the "Light Path Classic" seemed to happen in an instant, and the upheaval within the "Sect" continued to flash through Han Yu's mind.
That year, Gu stepped onto the path to take the imperial examination, but he chose another road filled with uncertainties, nearly leading himself into the abyss.
That year, the Night Emperor was on the eastern coast carrying out a mission assigned by the "Sect," a prodigy outside of the "Sect."
That year, Hong Yulong had just experienced setbacks, his cultivation stagnating at the level of Pseudo Golden Core, unable to make any progress for years.
That year, Liu Lao Jiu lived a mundane life, relying on wine for sustenance and keeping company with it.
That year, Ye Xiezi's reputation began to shake both realms, echoing like thunder in the ears of immortals.
That year, Mu Qinglong met with Dao Zun and made a choice to dedicate himself to the Daoist Sect.
That year, Wei Wuyou was a nameless figure outside of Ming Huang Sect, holding onto his sword all month long while dreaming a dream meant for the strong.
That year, Lu Chen Zhou was the prodigy of Lutuo Pavilion, the most prominent yet least arrogant among many disciples.
That year, Pei Shigui was not the prince of Feitian Dongcheng but lacked any semblance of what a prince should be, indulging in a life of extravagance filled with wine, women, and gambling.
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