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The moment Gu appeared in the Sorrowful Sea, everyone felt that the person before them was different. Gu was in a strange state, much like the Higanbana flowers floating in the Sorrowful Sea, existing on this shore and the Other Shore, yet not belonging to this world at all.
As Ji Wuqiu departed, those who had received gifts from him inexplicably shed a tear from the corner of their eyes. Tenglan, known as Zhongshang, gently wiped away the tear and murmured:
"The heavens are different, and all under heaven mourn together. It seems even the heavens grieve for Gasping."
What is a hero?
Perhaps in Ji Wuqiu's heart, he believed he had done what he was meant to do. Yet in the eyes of those who had received his gifts, Ji Wuqiu was undoubtedly a hero without reproach.
As gray rain fell from the sky, the Sorrowful Sea gradually receded. The Wu Qiu's initial gift to that realm also sought a favor from the heavens, just like the petal Wei Wuyou picked up inscribed with those words.
To those who accepted his gifts, let us also give our own offerings.
That favor from heaven counts for each individual and also for the heavenly path itself, much like a contract that Bu Luo would have witnessed.
For tens of thousands of years, hundreds of thousands of years, or even millions of years, there has been a search for someone to take Ji Wuqiu's place, guarding the Demon Boundary in Nine Nether Depths against the invasion of demons.
Cultivators emphasize cause and effect; thus Wu Qiu came to Street Bridge City for a reason. He had foreseen his future and chose a way that would allow him to accept it, to understand his admirable life.
Ji Wuqiu lived his life without desires or regrets.
Now it seems I don't deny my mistakes. Bu Luo between us seeks but one battle, hoping I don't deny my journey to the heavenly realm afterward.
Zhu Xian Mountain sheathed his Soul Sword, feeling a sense of loss as he spoke to Gu. No matter what, Zhu Xian Mountain never expected the battle with Yue to turn out like this.
What was originally meant to happen in a few decades or even centuries had been hastened. Many immortals became aware of their reincarnated identities, while Wei Wuyou's realm quietly broke through. Although Wen Tian had lost his Spiritual Energy, he became even more enigmatic.
And what about Ye You? Zhu Xian Mountain gazed at Ye You, not believing that the extraordinary woman who once dazzled the immortal realm a hundred thousand years ago would leave him with no way out. Was it possible that the woman named Ye You had no evidence? Ji Wuqiu hadn’t said anything, and no one could provide a definitive answer.
At that moment, he certainly wouldn’t deny his own mistakes. In due time, he would undoubtedly prove himself under the moonlight. Even Daoist Master Wei Guangming wouldn’t be able to stop him.
He didn’t underestimate Ren He or Dao Zun; having lived long enough, he had experienced all kinds of situations. Zhu Xian Mountain softly reminded himself and glanced at Tenglan, known as Zhongshang. Initially, he had mistaken Wei Wuyou and the others for something else; they were leaving.
That person truly didn’t deny it.
Pei Shigui sighed inexplicably, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes. The memories of their past lives were gradually awakening within those who accepted Ji Wuqiu’s gifts. When the immortals fully awakened their memories, would they still remember their past lives? No one had an accurate answer.
As for Ji Wuqiu...
Thinking of this, everyone couldn’t help but feel a sense of yearning. In Ji Wuqiu's presence, Tenglan saw a kind of responsibility; Pei Shigui saw a kind of nonchalance; Zhu Xian Mountain saw a kind of pride; Chongguang saw a kind of strength. In the eyes of each person who had either experienced or witnessed it all, there was a different Ji Wuqiu. Yet in everyone’s heart, Ji Wuqiu held a shared definition:
A hero.
It was time to go. As for the battles between them, there would always be opportunities. If he wanted to die, he wouldn’t mind being sent off by the moonlight.
Sigh...
A long sigh echoed from afar, its origin unknown. Suddenly, another figure appeared in the distance, though its appearance remained unclear.
The opportunity for the Light Path was not at this moment. A few years ago, he had read many accounts of the past in the imperial archives. No matter what, if the Light Path sought to recreate its former glory, it could only rely on Dao Zun. The Sorrowful Sea had washed away his foundation in the Light Path and the Chaotic Dao Foundation.
He did not speak of going east; Chongguang was also radiant. The future of the Light Path did not lie with them but within himself. He sought to be worthy of Dao Zun, and all of this hinged on preventing a certain Dao Zun from taking that first step. The word Fortune was like a whip behind the crowd, urging everyone to strive to enhance their strength, yet they remained unaware of who the future truly belonged to.
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