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The stars flowed in the vast sky, and the Fiery Sun Divine Bird of Nine Heavens passed through once more, gazing curiously at the three figures above. The long life of the Fiery Sun Divine Bird had allowed it to witness countless events, yet it never truly understood them.
To the Fiery Sun Divine Bird, life might be something to experience but never comprehend.
Ji Wuqiu breathed heavily as he looked at Wen Tian, standing like a blood-soaked war god amidst the stars. His feet were planted firmly on the Nine Heavens Gale, and waves of Other Shore Flowers burst forth from his palms.
That move, named Other Shore, was first seen by him decades ago when he encountered Zhu Xian Mountain. He had witnessed the faint clash between the great slaughter and Other Shore outside Zhu Xian Mountain. The Old Man took this opportunity to unleash Yiran's Other Shore. Although he could not ascend to greatness in one leap, if Bu Luo were to face the Old Man's fate, he would surely have to slay gods and immortals. Yet, the Old Man had only one life; he sought no accolades but wished for no mistakes.
Ji Wuqiu seemed to be recounting his life's experiences as waves of Other Shore Flowers spread across the starry sky.
Gu Ping and Wen Tian felt that this move resembled A Distant Paradise yet was distinctly different in an indescribable way.
Was it Lutuo? Was it Youluo? Was it Hades?
A thick aura of the Ninth Underworld enveloped them, so potent that even those walking in the teahouse could clearly sense the chilling yet sacred presence brought by the Other Shore Flowers.
In Street Bridge City, clouds churned in the sky, forming layers of cloud seas. The dense, dark clouds resembled the Sorrowful Sea mentioned in Buddhist scriptures, and within that Sorrowful Sea bloomed countless Higanbana flowers.
Other Shore.
In Zhu Xian Mountain's gaze, a hint of cold brilliance emerged, as if the true essence of slaughter revealed itself in its eyes. A memory not belonging to this world surfaced in Zhu Xian Mountain's mind, bringing forth rapid growth in its realm.
Time passed swiftly as strength surged among Night Emperor, Pei Gui, Tenglan known as Zhongshang, Mu Qinglong, Hong Yulong, Xu Qiaoshan, and Nangong Huan.
Chongming Guang wore a bitter smile; it seemed Ji Wuqiu's earlier words echoed true. Each person appeared to see themselves traversing the Sorrowful Sea and arriving at Other Shore.
Even in Ye You's eyes, a glimmer of understanding flashed, while Chongming Guang's gaze was filled with light.
Behind everyone, the Celestial Phantom and the illusory figures of Bu Luo remained with their eyes tightly shut, as if unaware that it was time to awaken. Only the Killing Sovereign's phantom behind Zhu Xian Mountain slightly opened Yi Dong's eyes, scanning the starry sky before quickly vanishing behind Zhu Xian Mountain.
Outside Street Bridge City, all the cultivators looked up at the sky. Some knowledgeable cultivators, like Minghong, felt that only a Mahayana Practitioner could possess such extraordinary abilities, realizing how unfathomable Heavenly Might was.
In contrast to everyone else, Fuhling Zenzi was surrounded by layers of scriptures, with Ling Chanzi enveloped in golden Buddhist light, resembling a Golden Buddha, completely detached from the mundane world.
In Ling Chanzi's mind, the words from the Sutra echoed continuously: "The Sorrowful Sea is boundless; turning back is not an option."
But is the Sorrowful Sea truly boundless?
One after another, Other Shore Flowers bloomed before Gu Ping, transforming the entire starry sky into a celestial paradise, akin to a vast pond where Bu Luo blossomed with lotus flowers instead of Other Shore Flowers.
Ji Wuqiu stood as if on the Other Shore of the Sorrowful Sea. If one wished to struggle within the Sorrowful Sea, they could only cross this seemingly endless expanse that stretched far beyond sight.
Wen Tian glanced at Ji Wuqiu and smiled. This battle was enough; this life was enough.
With those words, he plunged straight into the Sorrowful Sea. Initially looking back at Gu Ping, he clenched his fist and made a punching motion before slowly disappearing into the Sorrowful Sea.
Wen Tian knew that although he had reached a state where there was no sword in his hand but a sword in his heart, he still had not reached the Other Shore. This had nothing to do with strength or the intricacy of spells; it was all about profound understanding.
Perhaps no one could have imagined that a battle among Easterners would involve such grand stakes—one that even True Immortal level battles could not touch.
Every Mahayana Practitioner has their own profound insights, but among those who have grasped the essence of Tiandong the deepest, there are two individuals: Wu Qiu and Yin Tianheng. Ru Ming may be seeking something in Gu Ping.
Tenglan, known as Zhongshang, was perhaps the first to break free from the Transcendent Realm. The Azure Wave Vinewood Sword's innate ability to calm the mind played a subtle role in this. At this moment, Tenglan had reached the pinnacle of Refining Spirit and Transforming Void, and it was believed that soon he would become a Combined Cultivator.
The others were largely similar; however, Zhu Xian Mountain had prepared somewhat better. Once it broke through its bottleneck, it achieved the distinction of being the only Combined Cultivator among them.
At this time, the gazes exchanged among everyone were different from before; each person smiled knowingly. Yet the Night Emperor remained stern-faced, offering no smiles to anyone.
Pei Gui shook his head and sighed deeply, recognizing the weight of the situation.
No one expected that Ji Wuqiu's final move would be a life-taking strike, a deadly attack that bore no reservations about profound insights from the Other Shore. This revelation awakened memories in everyone to varying degrees, hastening their growth and restoring their celestial powers.
As for those who accepted his gift, should we not also offer him our gratitude?
Wei Wuyou plucked a shimmering petal from his tea bowl, which bore a line of small characters. Curiously, he read it aloud, after which the petal vanished into his leg, helping him break through to the Transcendence Realm in one swift motion.
With Wei Wuyou's silent breakthrough, Wen Tian also fell from the Sorrowful Sea. Unable to withstand its erosion, Wen Tian now found himself devoid of spiritual power, appearing like an ordinary person in the teahouse.
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