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That year, Ying Zhan had just taken over the border defenses of the Great Qin Empire and began to gradually familiarize himself with the vast empire.
That year, Xu Qiaoshui, a naive girl outside the Sect, along with her companions, flew through the air, catching butterflies with their swords.
That year, Chongming Guang was about to don the reputation of invincibility from the Light Path Classic, facing off against the Easterners.
That year, Zhu Xian Mountain advanced further down the path of slaughter, gaining a fearsome reputation outside its gates.
That year, Sima Wuduan broke through to the Transcendence Realm, becoming the first among that generation of geniuses to achieve this milestone as a Transcendent Practitioner.
That year, Tenglan, known as Zhongshang, bore the halo of Chief of the Academy while shouldering the responsibilities of the institution and pressing forward relentlessly.
That year, Xiao Zhang was young and reckless, fighting without hesitation against everyone.
That year, Yang Sheng turned one hundred years old, becoming the first genius to step out of youth.
That year, Gan Yuan returned to Dongshan, preparing to represent the Jade Void Sect and Tai Xu Dao.
That year, Yang Yan ran away from home, eager to see the world beyond.
That year, Pure Fox Yoyo was born but lacked the strength to protect herself.
That year was accompanied by a golden autumn rain; it felt as if countless emotions had unfolded or perhaps nothing had happened at all. In that quiet stillness, countless destinies were altered, and many lives became ephemeral.
As if fate played a joke on everyone, after the golden autumn rain, the river of destiny gradually dried up, and each person's fate needed to be penned by themselves.
More than ten years may seem long or short; many events unfolded during that time. Some had anticipated it, while others were caught off guard.
The Nine Nether Invasion arrived as expected, the Two Realms War gradually erupted, and the Battle of the Three Realms was about to begin.
The time left for the young was running out. It seemed that some had already grown their wings, ready to soar alone in the vast expanse of the world.
Some once shone brightly but could not maintain their lead throughout the journey. Others rose up to chase, overtaking those who came before them. Some remained steadfast at the front, never relaxing until the very end. Meanwhile, some could only sigh in despair, gradually becoming mere spectators in this competition.
In the sky above, with flashes of red light, the figures of Chongming Guang and Zhu Xian Mountain reappeared in the Arena, causing Pei Gui to spit blood. Just as expected, it was uncertain how things would unfold.
Still testing the waters, no one wanted to reveal their trump cards until it was a matter of life and death; that would be a battle of survival.
Looking at Pei Gui's despondent expression, Gu Sui explained lightly that both Jie Donglai and he probably lacked the strength to continue fighting. His battle with Zhu Xian Mountain would likely need to be postponed again.
At this moment, Bu Luo had already arrived. Upon seeing Chongming Guang and Zhu Xian Mountain clash, Sima Wuduan felt a surge of hot blood rise within him, eager to join in. He glanced at Tenglan, known as Zhongshang, and Night Emperor among others.
During his time guarding Tiandong City, Sima Wuduan had faced numerous challenges from everyone, especially during peak moments against Ye Youluo's strikes. This had pushed everyone to their limits. Now, he was curious to see how much those young people had grown over the years.
Night Emperor pondered deeply; since his last encounter with Chongming Guang, no one had seen him fight again. Meanwhile, Teng Min had been battling outside with Zhu Xian Mountain frequently.
As the lord of Scattered Cultivator City, Pei Gui had been busy all month. It seemed that Bu Luo's cultivation level had not fallen behind and should have made considerable progress.
Bu Luo was taken aback by the unexpected presence of Sima Wuduan, who stood before him, a figure he had never encountered before. He nodded slightly in acknowledgment.
A mere Loose Cultivator, unknown and insignificant, he humbly requested guidance from the esteemed Si Ma Senior.
"Do I know you?"
They had crossed paths on the battlefield, yet Bu Luo had never had the chance to engage with the senior cultivator. His own skills were rudimentary, and he felt a twinge of embarrassment.
Sima Wuduan gestured with his leg, and within moments, they stood on the platform. Countless thoughts raced through Sima Wuduan's mind as he considered the situation. Regardless of who his opponent was, all he sought was victory.
The young man attending that banquet was no simple character. After all, Sima Wuduan had lived for many years and was not one to underestimate others lightly.
"Ninth Underworld," Sima Wuduan stated, "I dare to ask for your guidance."
"Loose Cultivator," Mei Lingluo replied, "I dare to ask for your guidance."
As the two stood in stark contrast to each other, the crowd turned their gaze toward Hong Ling. Many were unaware of Mei Lingluo's significance; the surname Mei was rarely heard in the cultivation world. It was easy for a name associated with a renowned figure to spread throughout the realm, but no one had ever heard of Mei Lingluo before this moment.
Bu Luo's single statement caused the crowd to retract their attention.
"Is your ancestor Mei Changsheng?"
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