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Wei Wuyou had long wielded a sword, and he told himself that the Wen Tian before him, stripped of all spiritual power, was far more formidable than the Wen Tian at the Peak of Nascent Soul.
Wen Tian, floating in mid-air, slowly opened his eyes. It was as if he contained the vastness of time and change within them. His legs trembled uncontrollably. Tenglan, known as Zhongshang, wanted to offer some words of comfort to Wen Tian but ultimately held back. Instead, he approached Wen Tian, hoping to use his energy to heal him, only to be astonished to find that there were no meridians or energy sea surrounding Wen Tian—he was less substantial than a mere piece of wood.
Tenglan was at a loss for words, staring at Wen Tian in disbelief.
Wen Tian merely shook his head slightly. "It’s fine. In a month, I will make the World of Dust last for a day. No matter how powerful the immortals are, they will be no different from slaughtering chickens or cattle."
Everyone looked at Wen Tian in shock; they had never seen such arrogance from him before and had never heard him speak such audacious words. If Yin Tianheng had said something like that, it would have been believable, but why should Wen Tian be allowed to say such things?
Wei Wuyou's gaze remained fixed on the empty sheath at Wen Tian's waist, knowing that the Wenxin Sword must have been shattered. He resolutely thought:
"Tomorrow, he and I will fight."
"Alright, let him retrieve his sword."
The Heart Sword—he did not deny it. A sword was essential for a Sword Cultivator; one could not deny the need for a sword.
With a sword or without one, only those Sword Cultivators who had traversed that journey could truly understand what it meant to wield a sword. What was the significance of a sword? Why did it ultimately leave its sheath?
After regaining his breath, Ye You gazed up at the Sorrowful Sea above him. It seemed as if he saw someone struggling within its depths, searching for the past in an endless Lutuo or having their memories of past lives washed away in Hades. Ye You couldn't articulate it clearly; he just knew that Gu Na's insights were difficult to grasp compared to Wu Qiu's mistakes.
As Ye You gently brushed her legs, everyone could finally see her jade-like legs adorned with almost translucent gray-red patterns. The Yin Yang Cloak flew from Ye You's legs, soaring into the starry sky, vanishing into the Sorrowful Sea below.
Gu Xin, who had fallen into the Sorrowful Sea, was unaware of what awaited him. Questions he had never considered before began to surface in his mind.
The Sorrowful Sea, the ocean of all beings.
The Sorrowful Sea, the sea of emptiness.
The Sorrowful Sea, the boundless sea.
What is the Sorrowful Sea? It is the sea of suffering for all beings. Without a way to cross the Sorrowful Sea, one would be eternally submerged in despair.
Within the two great foundations of the Sorrowful Sea, Gu Xin struggled against the anguish of all beings sinking into despair. The evolution of the heavenly foundation ultimately proved futile against these two lifeless entities. They could barely sustain Gu's consciousness, preventing him from plunging into the depths of the Sorrowful Sea.
As his spiritual essence gradually wore away, Gu finally opened his eyes. Before him appeared a leg guard that resembled the Yin Yang Cloak entwined around Ye You's legs—his own companion artifact.
Through the endless expanse of the Sorrowful Sea, Gu seemed to see Ye You smiling at him. He noticed that everyone was fixated on the Sorrowful Sea above them, while cultivators from the World of Mortals looked astonished at the anomaly overhead. Birds flying through the clouds collided headfirst into the Sorrowful Sea, oblivious to their fate.
The moment the Yin Yang Cloak touched Gu's legs, a gray-red light enveloped him completely, erasing all traces of his heavenly essence from his body. The two great foundations vanished from his exterior.
Gone.
Tenglan, known as Zhongshang, could hardly believe that Gu would disappear like that from the World of Mortals, forever sinking into the Sorrowful Sea. The Night Emperor frowned slightly while Pei Shigui smiled at Tian. Ye You continued to wear a smile as she watched on.
In the Wen Tian Dynasty, a subtle gesture from the sky unleashed an invisible sword aura that split the Sorrowful Sea in two, revealing Gu's figure.
"Please lend me a hand; consider this a personal favor," he said.
The body of Ji Wuqiu flickered between illusion and reality as it emerged from the Sorrowful Sea. He gazed at Gu's state, astonished.
"Not this way; the Other Shore blooms, the Higanbana opens."
It seemed Gu heard Ji Wuqiu's words. He slowly opened his eyes and extended his Leg Palm, where a strange flower blossomed within his heart.
"Thank you for your generous gift, senior. I will surely repay you in the future."
Ji Wuqiu initially looked at Gu Yi, then at Gu's sincerity and faith. He also saw the vast, endless road ahead of Gu—a path he could no longer experience himself.
In the starry sky, a gentle breeze swept through as Ji Wuqiu transformed into a Divine Radiance of the Other Shore, showering down upon the Sorrowful Sea.
The clouds above the Sorrowful Sea began to pour rain, nourishing the plants around Street Bridge City, causing them to thrive and grow vigorously. The spiritual energy surrounding the cultivators surged rapidly.
Perhaps millions of years later, no one would remember that gray rain, but there would certainly be someone who remembered an old man guarding the demon border—his name was Ji Wuqiu.
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