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In just twenty years, countless small nations were swallowed up by those supported by various Daoist Sects. Ultimately, Tiandong was divided among the Daoist Sects, leaving only the Great Qin Empire standing firm in the western part of Tiandong.
With the support of Kunlun and access to the distant west through the western corridor, the Great Qin Empire still possessed vast strategic space. Everyone in Bu Luo could see that the Great Qin Empire continued to fight until dawn, remaining unbroken by pressures from three sides. Instead, friction between No Lu Kingdom and Great Jin was escalating, gradually disrupting the delicate balance between both sides.
How could there be time to return? Was the situation at the front not critical?
Yang Yan was somewhat surprised to see Gu Ping during that scorching summer when the Nine Nether Alliance launched a large-scale offensive. After all, at this moment on Zhu Xian Mountain, nourished by the bloodshed of the battlefield, Gu Ping's cultivation level had been steadily increasing, and Ru Ming was nearing the Integration Stage of a Great Master.
Twenty years can feel long or short, especially for someone like Gu Ping who had undergone a transformation akin to a celestial being. Even Tenglan had once mentioned to Yang Yan that he would soon break through to the Integration Stage.
He sought a breakthrough and returned after consulting his master about some matters.
What about the Northern Region? Was there anyone from Zhu Xian Mountain who had gone astray?
Wen Tian was more than enough.
Yang Yan did not know when it started, but Wen Tian had become strong enough to be compared with Gu Ping. This realization struck Yang Yan and others like Tenglan and Night Emperor; especially with Gu Ping, it felt as if he lacked absolute confidence in victory against Wen Tian.
At that moment, Han Yu quietly approached Yang Yan and helped him tidy up Yi Dong's desk. Whenever Gu Ping returned, Han Yu would always prepare some special pastries or tea for him, and this time was no exception. Seeing that Gu Ping did not leave immediately, Han Yu took his time to set things aside, planning to present them to Gu Ping when he departed.
Seeing Yang Yan's puzzled expression, Han Yu offered a brief explanation, which only deepened Yang Yan's incredulity.
After their battle in Street Bridge City, Gu Ping and Wen Tian had sparred against each other. Initially, neither could claim victory; at that time, Gu Ping lacked the Yin Yang Cloak while Wen Tian was without a sword. Yet both were at their peak states during that encounter.
Han Yu paused for a moment before continuing:
A few days ago, Wen Tian had gone to the mountains and took a wooden sword from the Master’s leg. It seemed that No Master had randomly selected a branch from an ancient tree to carve it. The specifics were known only to the Master and Wen Tian, but perhaps it was quite significant.
Yang Yan did not press further. She believed that Wen Tian would soon be strong enough to confront Zhu Xian Mountain, and they would have a clear resolution; there was no need to rush.
At that moment, Bu Luo noticed that the soldiers on the front lines were clearly not as optimistic as Yang Yan. With Gu Ping's departure, the pressure from high-level combat forces immediately began to tighten in the northern battle. Although Wen Tian was stationed there, Zhu Xian Mountain appeared particularly cautious and began a series of probing attacks.
Even Jiang Anbo, who was somewhat uneasy, brought Tan Siyuan to Gray Wall. This could somewhat alleviate the pressure on Yi Dong in the north, preventing Nine Nether Cultivators from becoming too rampant.
Seeing that Wen Tian showed no intention of backing down, Jiang Anbo could no longer contain his frustration. After a great war, he publicly challenged Wen Tian in front of the entire army.
He truly wondered how Gu Ping could feel at ease handing over the vast defense line of Gray Wall to him. If he couldn’t even stand up for himself, perhaps it would be better to just give the Gray Wall Defense Line to Mistake. I don't deny it. I’m just a figurehead holding the wooden sword given to me by my master Yin Tianheng; it’s merely for scaring people.
Wen Tian smirked and shook his head with a smile.
I don't deny it. He was wrong; Ru Ming and Tiandong could only defeat him with two and a half people—one being my master Yin Tianheng and the other Gu Ping. The half was Wei Wuyou after the battle at Street Bridge City; excluding myself and Jiang Anbo.
Anyone can boast. With my lack of spiritual power, he wouldn’t think I’m just a useless person, would he?
Wen Tian angrily drew his Solar Sword, which had slain countless Ying Cultivators on the battlefield. He pointed it directly at Jiang Anbo, and an overwhelming sword aura surged forward, causing nearby soldiers to instinctively step back.
Bu Luo remained unfazed by Wen Tian's smile; there was no sign of wavering. When the Solar Sword came before him, he gently pointed forward. The Solar Sword surged forward uncontrollably with one strike, easily stopping at Dong Lai without making any further progress. Jiang Anbo felt as if he had unleashed immense spiritual power only for it to vanish into thin air, leaving him bewildered about where it had gone.
His name is Wen Tian. Sometimes, mortals can stand shoulder to shoulder with the heavens. His name is Wen Tian, yet often when faced with emotions, they do not like Wen Tian.
When Wen Tian left, Liu Dong remained behind, reflecting on a passage that made everyone ponder deeply.
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