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In the pouring rain, regardless of whether they were ordinary mortals or celestial beings, everyone gazed at Gu Ping, whose brilliance shone like the Blazing Sun.
The soldiers on the front lines had become so accustomed to shouting each other's nicknames that even some wandering cultivators joined in, and over time, these nicknames turned into titles of respect.
Just as Night Emperor was called Night Sovereign, Zhu Xian Mountain was referred to as the Butcher, An Su Su was known as the Madwoman, Mu Qinglong and Hong Yulong were the Twin Dragons vying for supremacy, Chongguang was called King, and Nangong Huan was known as the Phantom Goddess.
However, no one had ever heard anyone give Gu Ping a nickname. The soldiers on the front lines simply felt that no matter what they called him, it just didn't sound right.
Some suggested Shu Jian Xian Sheng, while others proposed Equal King; some even directly referred to him as Tian Dong's Genius. Yet no matter how they tried to name him, it always felt awkward, and eventually, those discussions faded away.
On the other hand, it might also be because both the Cultivation World and the Secular people knew the origins of that Cheap Secret Manual. No one wanted to criticize Gu Ping for his actions, so no one came up with any ridiculous titles for him.
At this moment, Gu Ping punched a hole in the sky, causing celestial rain to fall upon the World of Dust. The rain brushed over the war-torn land, nourishing the broken walls and ruins that were now receiving this divine moisture. After a hundred days, life would once again flourish in those places.
Just when everyone thought that the celestial beings descending from Tian Zai would completely eradicate Gu Ping, a solid figure appeared at the edge of the pit, blocking those who sought Dong Fan's help.
The master was gone; wasn't his senior brother going to help?
At the peak of Imperial Capital Mountain, beside a small old locust tree, several benches were placed around a stone table. Han Yu held a teapot in his lap and filled each cup on the table one by one before gently asking Wen Tian a question.
"No, someone needs to take care of that place. I won't join in on that commotion."
Wen Tian looked towards Summit not far from Imperial Capital Mountain. One person was advancing while another was standing firm; their opposing energies caused even the surrounding space to tremble slightly.
Chen Laozu and Ren Xing were still engaged in their tedious game, manipulating the black and red pieces of the chess set. Yet, on that occasion, neither of them made a move. The chessboard remained pristine, but one by one, the pieces vanished into the Chess Box, their whereabouts unknown.
Yang Yan stood anxiously by the old locust tree, holding the flute that Gu Ping had first presented to her. She brought it to her lips and gently played a melody that Han Yu had taught her.
At this moment, if not now, when else could it be? With the moon as her teacher, she was certain of her safety on the path ahead. She could go forth with peace of mind.
On Zhu Xian Mountain, Zhuang Zhixian and Tenglan, known as Zhongshang, observed clearly as those who had already entered the Transcendence Period noticed Yin Tianheng's red hair swaying in the wind. Although his three thousand strands of hair had turned gray, at the moment when Yin Tianheng wielded the World-Shattering Sword, Guang Nao's indomitable Sword Intent pierced through the heavens and shattered the earth, making ordinary cultivators dare not look directly at it.
"Mom, look! Tian Zai has two suns now!"
In the distance, a farmer hurried home with her son to escape the rain. Hearing her son's exclamation, Dong Yishi, a farmer in the fields, looked up at the sky.
There really was a third sun.
What was that? It was not just a sun; it resembled a sword—a sharp blade that cleaved through the heavens.
The eldest son thought that the blinding light resembled a sharp sword or perhaps a divine weapon. Little did he know that the divine weapons born in Pujiao City paled in comparison to Yin Tianheng's World-Shattering Sword at this moment.
Why was that sun gray? Why were the clouds dark and blood-red? Why did the rain appear in all colors?
The child asked a series of questions, but no one could answer. They only saw two suns shooting straight into the sky before disappearing into the dark blood-red clouds.
Those celestial beings displayed their might; it was not merely summoning winds and rain. At such a level, they could practically create worlds. An elder stroked his beard and sighed in contemplation.
"Can they become immortals? Can they?" he pondered. "He also wishes to be an immortal; he seeks the impossible."
In the past, there was fear of the unattainable. The old man spoke as he wiped his face with rainwater. "Since the Great Qin Empire's Imperial Capital Mountain appeared, there has been an immortal named Gu Ping. The ordinary people, who were once hidden away, now have a chance. An immortal like the sun, illuminating the World of Dust, should be revered by everyone."
"Is the immortal Gu Ping powerful?"
The old man shook his head, responding honestly to the child's question: "I don't know."
"He will soon become the most formidable person in that world. Little brother, do you believe what big brother says?"
A drunkard, holding a Wine Flask, appeared beside several farmers without anyone noticing. He brought over some umbrellas and raincoats, handing them to the old men while he himself sheltered under an umbrella next to the child.
"Uncle, how can I call myself big brother? Look at how old I am!"
"Hahaha! It doesn't matter how old you look!"
Liu Lao Jiu awkwardly chuckled and continued walking toward the sun, quickly disappearing from the farmers' sight.
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