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He still remembered the words spoken by Chen Taiyi of the Primordial Dao back in the day. He said that Black Spiritual Power was a symbol of the Demonic Path, and that the Demonic Path was the breeding ground for the birth of demons.
Was it really because of that one statement?
Han Yu looked at Yin Tianheng in shock, feeling as if she had glimpsed something profound, yet at the same time, nothing at all.
Because of that statement, the Nine Nether Slaughter Path was indeed a branch of the Demonic Path. It wasn't just that; the spiritual power of the Killing Path was red, while she didn't deny that black was also a color associated with it. Between those two, she wondered what the difference truly was.
Han Yu shook her head. She had always felt that the Killing Path resembled the Demonic Path more than the Demonic Path itself did; at least the Demonic Path wasn't solely about slaughter.
All because of a single statement, from one person—a young Mahayana Practitioner, a Demonic Path Mahayana Practitioner, someone considered to be the most capable of taking that step forward, and she was a woman.
Han Yu wasn't emotional; why would Yin Tianheng be so moved when he spoke of those things? Han Yu felt even less emotional. What could possibly touch Yin Tianheng's heart, which was riddled with scars?
Many had died, and even his legs were soaked in fresh blood, yet he had never regretted it.
Yin Tianheng wiped away his tears and gazed up at the sky above him. It seemed as if there were eyes that transcended time and space, watching over Yin Tianheng at Imperial Capital Mountain.
Dao Zun?
A strange feeling stirred within Han Yu, telling her that those invisible eyes truly existed. The sensation of being observed was not false; it came from Dao Zun, a being standing at the pinnacle of the world.
Chen Taiyi was wrong. He thought chaos could merge with Ren He’s Dao Foundation, which possessed opposing attributes. But he was mistaken; chaos—she didn't deny—was darkness and could not merge with light. That was why he went mad; chaos did exist, but it required a Dao Foundation to merge with—one that did not exist.
Boom!
A massive thunderbolt flashed overhead, drowning out Yin Tianheng's initial words. Han Yu didn't hear it; she felt as if someone had intervened just then—perhaps Daoist Master Wei Guangming.
In the teahouse, nearly everyone heard a thunderous sound, yet there was no lightning flashing in sight. Ye You murmured softly.
"Has someone offended Heavenly Might? I don't deny it. Is there a chance to intervene with the heavenly laws?"
A muffled groan from Bu Luo followed, seemingly appearing out of thin air.
"I lost."
The figures of Zhu Xian Mountain and Nangong Huan emerged, and upon seeing Nangong Huan injured, Chongguang quickly rushed over, not giving Zhu Xian Mountain or Liu Dong any opportunity for a Killing Leg.
Wei Wuyou knew that he ultimately could not deny Chongguang's misstep and did not attempt to obstruct him either; he followed along as everyone's focus once again turned to the starry sky above.
I am strong, perhaps he should never have been compared to us; after all, he cannot be compared to Bu Luo.
My master once said that there is a unique thing in that world called Fortune. Hong Ling had also mentioned that the items capable of suppressing Fortune, like Tian Di Dong, are quite limited. I do not possess one myself, so Mo Qiu has sought too much.
Ye You tried to console Nangong Huan, reminding him that greed can lead to downfall; such situations are not uncommon.
Understanding this, Nangong Huan stubbornly bit his lip and made no further response.
After that battle, if he can survive Dong Lai, please tell him that there is an old woman who has been struggling and wishes to see him.
Hmm? Hmm.
Ye You first glanced at Chongguang with doubt, then nodded. As for Gu Ping, Ye You seldom pried into his affairs; he just wanted to know that Gu Ping had his own place in his heart, and in that regard, Gu Ping had never disappointed him.
Boom!
Another figure fell from the starry sky, crashing directly into Street Bridge City. The powerful body of the Transcendent Practitioner created a massive crater upon impact. When the dust settled and the person stood up, everyone recognized the identity of this individual, who appeared to be largely unharmed.
It was Xu Qiaoshui, a disciple of the Treasure Pavilion. Everyone knew that she always had treasures for self-preservation, without exception.
At this moment, Xu Qiaoshui's complete recovery served as the best proof of her resilience.
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