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At the summit of Chengdao Peak, Ren Xing and Chen Laozu were engaged in a leisurely game of chess. As a cup of tea passed between them, the chessboard was sparsely populated with pieces. With each move made by Dongyi, both players took their time to ponder deeply.
A hundred thousand years is a long time, long enough that those who experienced the Battle of Good and Evil were now few and far between.
Ren Xing gestured toward a nearby Dao Child, who brought over two pots of tea. If Gu Ping or Xiazhi were present, they would surely recognize that little Dao Child as the one who had once exposed Gu Ping's identity in the Chen Kingdom. All these years later, the child still looked unchanged, as if they had never grown up.
Few remained alive who had endured that long and brutal war. Among them was Senior Brother Yin, and Mi Chong Ruming, who only became a Mahayana Practitioner towards the end of the war, had already departed for Tian Zai. The only ones left were Yang the Old Monster, barely surviving in the Jade Void Sect, Dao Zun from the Demonic Path who had vanished, and Ji Wuqiu from the Ninth Underworld.
Desireless and unambitious—Ji Wuqiu.
Ren Xing stroked his beard. Ever since the battle at the academy, he had grown it out, and over the years it had continued to flourish.
Indeed, if one were to truly assess it, Ji Wuqiu was undoubtedly one of the greatest cultivators of the Ninth Underworld. He stood guard at the border between demons and humans, repeatedly thwarting the demons from Nine Nether Depths at the Hades barrier. It was unclear why Ji Wuqiu had been sent by the Ninth Underworld on that occasion.
Chen Laozu sighed, expressing a sense of camaraderie for heroes; yet he felt that he could not compare to Ji Wuqiu himself.
Did Ancestor think those Little Guys would make Wu Qiu stumble? If Gu Xiazi were here...
Chen Laozu shook his head and then made a move with Dongyi. The piece landed cleanly on the board without any hesitation, prompting Ren Xing to fall into deep thought as he accepted the tea handed to him by the Dao Child. For a long while, he found no inclination to make his next move.
At that moment on Imperial Capital Mountain's Summit, a voice suddenly rang out beside Yin Tianheng. Han Yu had brought several unique fruits from Imperial Capital Mountain and placed them before Yin Tianheng. Each took one fruit as they stood on the Summit, their gazes seemingly piercing through layers of clouds to gaze upon the endless starry sky.
Do you think Gu Ping can win? After all...
After all, he is a Mahayana Practitioner; after all, he is Wu Qiu.
A few days ago, Gu Ping was preparing for the journey to Street Bridge City when he received a warning from Hong Ling. Ji Wuqiu had moved from the Extreme North Abyss to the Northern Battlefield, and there was a significant chance that he would come from Zhu Xian Mountain.
What he didn't know was that during the later stages of the Battle of Good and Evil, Ji Wuqiu emerged as a powerful figure in the war, appearing as a hero in the eyes of the world. He single-handedly blocked the demons from the Nine Nether Depths, allowing the Nine Nether Major Sects to unleash most of their forces and eradicate the remaining Demonic Cultivators in the Ninth Underworld.
A hero?
Han Yu suddenly felt a pang of bitterness. Throughout that war that swept across the three realms, there were never any true heroes. Justice never existed; there was no absolute right or wrong—only positions taken, and that was enough.
But no, a hero—one whom even he had to acknowledge—a hero who dedicated himself to the survival and strength of his race. He was strong, with many opportunities to ascend to the Celestial Realm, yet he initially gave it all up.
What about you, Master? What about Gu Ping? What do people like us count as?
Compared to him, what they were doing now seemed like mere hopes for some to grasp at straws.
In Han Yu's heart, Yin Tianheng was a hero. Perhaps in everyone's heart, the concept of a hero varied. Just like in Han Yu's heart, Gu Ping was his hero.
That battle left Gu Ping with a lingering lack of confidence. In truth, even he didn't realize that at this moment, he could walk through the entire World of Mortals without fear—unless faced with someone at the peak level like Ji Wuqiu or an immortal from the Eastern Realm of the Celestial Realm. Unless it was Daoist Master Wei Guangming himself, no one could contend with him.
In that world, only those who reached the Great Vehicle realm could truly understand this principle. Mahayana Practitioners in the World of Mortals were invincible; especially for an elderly Mahayana Practitioner.
Han Yu suddenly perked up, filled with doubts. Since Mahayana Practitioners had their weaknesses, why had no one ever exploited them to defeat a Mahayana Practitioner by surpassing levels? In such battles, as one’s realm increased, their chances decreased. Yet only a few could consistently fight above their level; they were all geniuses among geniuses.
Just like Gu Ping, just like Ye You—both had great potential from Zhu Xian Mountain and Chongming Guang and Nangong Huan.
Mahayana Practitioners could also be injured. Before truly becoming an immortal, once a Mahayana Practitioner was wounded, they could only compensate through their lifespan or external spiritual power.
Few people actually know that Celestial Essence is related to lifespan. Immortals can replenish their Celestial Essence through celestial energy, which in turn affects their lifespan. The immortals east of Great Luo are like a lake, always flowing, so they too can fall and have their own lifespans.
Han Yu remained silent, quietly listening as Yin Tianheng spoke of secrets that ordinary cultivators could hardly access. He was also concerned about Gu Ping's safety, while Yang Yan took care of the children in Shandong. Han Yu often found himself there, accompanying Yin Tianheng during these discussions.
Keke, at her age, preferred to talk alone. Han Yu wondered if it was only when he was present that Yin Tianheng would speak so freely, pouring out words like beans from a bamboo tube. He couldn't deny that when he wasn't around, it might be the same.
Perhaps it was the former; at least that's how Han Yu felt.
In fact, the Battle of the Three Realms had already shown signs over one hundred thousand years ago. Those who truly understood the origins of the Battle of Good and Evil could easily foresee that day coming. Bu Luo gasped; very few could still live in this era.
That battle lasted a full three thousand years, from Tiandong to Tian Zai, stretching from Azure Sky to Hades. The three realms were in turmoil, and the Divine Court was unsettled. Yet those who truly understood Minghong knew that this war was not merely a Battle of Good and Evil; it was entirely a conflict initiated by those seeking to eliminate their rivals.
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