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As for the changes that might occur in the Celestial Realm, it is difficult to ascertain at this moment. Bu Luo can clearly deny that the Primordial Dao is not far from destruction.
Many were somewhat surprised by Xiao Zhang's death, but Bu Luo felt more of a sense of nostalgia. It was reminiscent of Tenglan, known as Zhongshang, and Gu Ping, who had the essence of the Jade Void Sect's Yang Sheng, as well as Ru Ming, who fought across the lands as the Ying War God, Ying Zhan.
Those who faced chaos in its early days were indeed the first generation to confront it. In the eyes of all Great Masters, if that generation could grow smoothly, they would undoubtedly surpass several previous generations, making it difficult for even later generations to catch up.
After all, war both hastens growth and can also lead to premature demise.
As the first genius cultivator of that generation to perish, Xiao Zhang's death inevitably cast a shadow of sorrow over everyone.
Time taught everyone one thing: even geniuses can fall.
Bu Luo Ye You knew that Xiao Zhang did not have to die. At Anping Pass, she could have taken Xiao Zhang away. With Gu Ping's Years of Clarity Pill and the Innate Spiritual Treasure Yin Yang Cloak, Ye You alone could have held back Zhu Xian Mountain and Mu Qinglong at that time.
But there was no way; Xiao Zhang was determined to seek death, and Ye You could not insist otherwise. The battlefield changed in an instant; how could Ye You protect herself while also safeguarding them? She had to bring Cai Jiang and Yang Buqi back to Imperial Capital Mountain.
Dao Tradition
Those two words held different meanings in every cultivator's heart. As for Dao Tradition, those four characters carried varying weights for each practitioner.
Undoubtedly, in Xiao Zhang's heart, those two words could serve as a reason for sacrifice, a belief to uphold and pass on the legacy.
And Dao Zun was the fundamental essence that could sustain a Dao Tradition. Just as without Wei Guangming's Light Path Classic or Chen Taiyi's Primordial Dao, one would find themselves at a dead end.
Even when the situation seems hopeless, the willingness to brave fire and water for it perhaps reveals the allure of the Dao Tradition.
Gu Ping could hardly comprehend Coco's silence, so upon learning that Xiao Zhang had generously chosen to face death, Gu Ping cursed Xiao Zhang for being a fool. Gu Ping did not regret not going to bring Xiao Zhang back personally; he simply did not want to see Cai Jiang and Yang Buqi again, driving them away to the East Mountain.
What was Gu Ping Ci at that moment?
The battle under the starry sky continued. Ling Chanzi once again withstood Ji Wuqiu's strike from Ming Tian Kai, exhausting his spiritual energy as he retreated, surrounded by a radiant Buddhist light.
Protected by this light, Ji Wuqiu found himself powerless against Ling Chanzi. Moreover, with Gu Ping and Pei Gui constantly attacking from the side, he couldn't spare a moment to deal with that damned monk.
Bu Luo also understood that the Buddhist light surrounding Ling Chanzi was not something an ordinary disciple of the Buddhist Sect could possess. In his long life, he had only seen it twice: once with Master Gamma at Tianzhu Temple, who had journeyed to the Western Paradise and achieved a position among the many Arhat Bodhisattvas of the Buddhist Sect.
The essence of that Buddha was a prerequisite for attaining the Arhat status of a Bodhisattva. It represented a threshold for disciples of the Mahayana Buddhist Sect aiming for the Buddha's realm; crossing it would allow one to ascend in an instant. For Bu Luo, it meant becoming a mere speck of dust, drifting away with the wind.
As he watched Ling Chanzi's departing figure, Ji Wuqiu smiled and remarked to Gu Ping:
That little monk might be the heir of the Future Buddha. The recent Tenglan, known as Zhongshang, should not merely be a disciple of Ke Zhen'e; perhaps he is connected to that ruler of the Eastern Realm in Heaven. The wheel of fate within the Treasure Pavilion is gradually being restored. The war god of the Ying Clan has unexpectedly transformed into a young lad who fell in the Battle of Good and Evil, yet here he is now as that little guy. Old Man was wrong; Old Man was wrong.
A few years ago at the capital of the Great Qin Empire, Gu had encountered many secretive matters and later learned from his master that True Immortals were not beyond re-entering the Eastern Realm; they merely needed to return to Lutuo. At that moment, he realized that many people were indeed what they appeared to be. Bu Luo saw Minghong; he knew him—he was Gu Ping.
I am well aware; those young ones are transformations of Killing Dao Sovereign. Mu Qinglong was once known as Azure Emperor in the East, while that lad named Hong Yulong is indeed Red Emperor's true identity. That girl Kid Nangong Huan is a transformation of Heavenly Dream Fairy and also Black Emperor's woman. Bu Luo knew that Black Emperor truly fell in the Battle of Good and Evil without any chance for revival. The one hiding in darkness is a transformation of dark oblivion, much like that fellow surnamed Wen who oversees celestial bodies—the Warm Wine Immortal's transformation—and that lad surnamed Pei represents the initial spirit left by the first generation Human Emperor in Dust Realm.
At this point, Ji Wuqiu grinned widely, pointing at Wen Ren and then at Pei Gui before finally looking towards Wen Tian.
I am doing well. Wei Kid and I, along with that Little Guy named Wen Tian, are capable of taking steps that even the Old Man would find impressive. It's great, truly great.
Ji Wuqiu nodded heavily, tightening his legs. Wen Ren and Pei Gui, like delicate young ladies, were unexpectedly sent flying by a single punch from Ji Wuqiu, disappearing from sight.
I don't deny it. The two of them didn't have time to react; they were still stunned by the shock of their previous words when Ji Wuqiu struck.
They were not worthy to spar with the Old Man. The Old Man, Ji Wuqiu, was devoid of desires or demands. He lived his life in such a way that even the Easterners would cast admiring glances at him.
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