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Demonic Path Arriving on the Clouds
No one expected that after hundreds of thousands of years, Demonic Path would return, with the courage to declare its resurgence under the bright moon.
Moreover, when the name Zhuang Zhixian reached familiar ears, it sent a chill down their spine. They coldly stared at the dark clouds in the western part of the city, where a sinister face could vaguely be seen emerging.
Indeed, had the Demon Path Grand Ceremony already concluded? The previous news was likely just bait to lure people into a trap; perhaps someone had already lost their life because of it.
Gu Ping shook his head. When he heard Gu Mingyue mention that matter, he sensed something was amiss. He quickly sent a message to Hong Ling to inquire further. Both felt that regardless of the truth, Dark Red Cliff was indeed not a safe place. Gu Ping decided against delving deeper into danger. Looking at Zhuang Zhixian's demeanor, even if he was a Mahayana Practitioner, he was not far from being a Demonic Cultivator. Such beings were truly unpredictable and required caution.
"Gu Brother," Zhuang Zhixian said, appearing in a bright red robe at the tavern. "It's been years; I hope you are well."
He clasped his fists and bowed to Gu Ping, as if they were long-lost friends joyfully reuniting after many years apart.
Yet it had indeed been years since they last met; Bu Luo seemed to have forgotten how much he wanted to see him.
Sighing, Zhuang Zhixian thought about how much he missed Gu Ping. He knew that Gu Brother would not forget him.
They had met several times, and he always cherished their past friendship. Why would Ru Ming come back for revenge? Since the Demonic Path had already been destroyed, why should he seek out chaos once more?
"Hahaha!"
After hearing Gu Ping's reprimand, Zhuang Zhixian burst into laughter, filling the room with his mirth. Not a single person among the gathered Great Masters dared to interrupt his laughter.
"Gu Brother, do you perhaps remember how I once traversed Bai Rao Road? Would you like me to remind you?"
If I dare to slaughter innocent beings, Gu Ping would certainly not spare me, that demon. If Bu Luo were not here, then other matters would arise, and I cannot deny it.
Gu Brother is indeed as straightforward as ever, conducting affairs with great grandeur. However, with Ru Ming's gathering of immortals and demons, do you not feel that something is missing?
Shu Brother spoke incorrectly; if Feng Xiao had arrived late, I apologize to everyone.
The East Wind sounded like a divine bird as Feng Xiao descended from the sky, landing in the tavern. He raised a jug and drank it all in one go, considering it a self-imposed penalty of three cups, asking for forgiveness from the crowd.
Shu Brother said it was a bit excessive; Little Monk has only just arrived. Ling Chanzi nodded to everyone, reciting scriptures as blessings. Bu Luo and Ru Ming's Brother Zhuang has already fallen into the Demonic Path. If he takes another step forward, Little Monk may have no choice but to intervene for the sake of the Heavenly Dao.
Oh, Brother Zhuang smiled lightly. He did not take Ling Chanzi's words to heart but was also not overly concerned. He wondered where Old Drunkard had gone; indeed, it had been many years since they last met, and Zhuang felt a deep longing.
Liu Lao Jiu...
Gu Ping gazed out the window; dark clouds obscured half the sky. The sunlight clearly shone from the east onto the earth, yet in that fragrant alley filled with wine, there was no longer that familiar drunken figure. Gu Ping hoped that Liu Lao Jiu would not encounter any trouble.
In these chaotic times of conflict, even extraordinary talents like Xiao Zhang, Chongming Guang, and Nangong Huan could fall. What makes anyone think they are invincible in Tiandong? One must be cautious in their actions and live modestly, hoping to survive for a few more months. If one could catch even a glimpse of the Great Dao, perhaps by sheer luck Celestial beings would know; who would willingly descend from the heavens?
Immortals live forever but possess things they never had before. However, mortals are never satisfied with that day. When immortals gain something and count the time passing through Yuezi, they find time frightening and wish to escape its river, free from fate's control, competing with others for victory and with heaven for life. Yet ultimately, they cannot escape Bu Luo's fate of the sun rising in the east and setting in the west.
Thus Dao Zun seeks advancement to attain Fortune but uses heaven and earth as a chessboard and living beings as pawns—truly unkind.
Ru Ming's sentient beings dwell in the Sorrowful Sea amidst chaotic conflicts. As demons take advantage of the turmoil, what will become of the Daoist Sect? Perhaps it has long been beyond Dao Zun's control and has instead become increasingly elusive.
"May I ask what brings you all to this place under the bright moon?"
"Is it not to seek out divine weapons and sharp blades? Surely, you do not deny that?"
He glanced at the others, wondering if they had come here with similar intentions as the Red-Clad Butcher over there.
Gu Ping and Zhu Xian Mountain exchanged a look, both realizing they were on the same wavelength this time.
In the Immortal Eastern Realm, time passed swiftly. It was uncertain how much turmoil Yongwai had caused in the current situation, which made Gu Ping eager to witness it firsthand.
Since Gu Ping did not wish to see what was unfolding, it seemed that other factions were equally curious about the events.
Shepherd appeared from the staircase, a slight smirk on his lips.
"Surely, you seniors have come here for some banter. After all, there are quite a few reincarnated immortals in Mingpu Banana City. Why not distinguish between Yi Dong and each of your own paths to avoid unnecessary conflict?"
"Now that you're here, it seems there's no turning back. Whether these immortals are reincarnated or not, let them remain here—be they celestial beings or demons—to prevent any calamity from befalling the mortal realm."
Gu Brother's words were somewhat off. Could he really walk the Demonic Path while keeping his tail tucked? He was no match for those who held themselves in such high regard, loudly proclaiming their allegiance to Daoist Orthodoxy.
Zhuang Zhixian looked at Shepherd. If Mu Yangxu were present, Zhuang might have shown him some respect, but Shepherd from the Transcendence Realm had no intimidation factor whatsoever.
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