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At this moment, Gu Pingling was in a state of emptiness. Though devoid of any sensation, she could clearly feel the myriad of things around her, as if standing from a lofty perspective, overlooking the vast multitude below.
There was no time, no space; it felt as if everything was under her control.
For a fleeting moment, Gu Pingming turned red, questioning the very essence of existence, challenging the fundamental rules that governed the world, and denying that the entire world was merely a part of something greater.
What is the Great Dao? What is the root? What are the rules?
The Dao does not shift with human will; it cannot be occupied by anyone. It does not vanish simply because one person attains enlightenment.
The Dao is like food; it does not disappear after being consumed. Likewise, a talisman does not vanish after being used.
The Dao exists; it is there. Those who attain it can see it, while those who do not remain blind to its presence. This is what is meant by: "The Dao that can be spoken is not the eternal Dao; the name that can be named is not the eternal name."
Gu Pingming turned red again and saw clearly. He witnessed the long wars from hundreds of thousands of years ago and how Yin Tianheng was abandoned by the Sect due to misunderstandings, and how he encountered that legendary figure on the brink of death.
He also saw that person who had been closest to Fortune since their birth in this world and how they walked through a life destined to be extraordinary.
Yet all of that was in the past. Gu Pingming turned red again as everything flowed quietly down the river of history. Those people had long since faded away, and those emotions slowly fermented within Yin Tianheng's long life.
Because there was no one to share with, Yin Tianheng often found himself talking to himself while walking alone on the mountain peaks, gazing blankly at the sky above.
He witnessed one legend come to an end and would soon witness another legend being born.
That was Yin Tianheng; that was his mission in life. Even if he faced betrayal, even if he walked alone without companionship, even if he spent countless dark nights alone in a cave, he still gritted his teeth and refused to let himself go easily.
One day, Yin Tianheng felt a glimmer of light outside the cold Yin Wind Gorge, mixed with the chaotic aura of destruction.
Yin Tianheng knew that the person he had been waiting for had finally arrived.
He had designed a plan to drive Gu Ping out of the academy, and at Eastern Peak, he sent someone to expose Gu Ping's identity, leading Gu Ping to the Cangtian East Duel. "I don't deny it," he thought.
After walking such a long way, Gu Ping always felt as if there were invisible hands pushing him forward. It wasn't until the bright moon shone down that he realized there was nothing destined about it. From the moment he met Yin Tianheng, his path was already predetermined, leading him down a road that had been planned long before.
Was he sad? Angry? Filled with hatred? "I don't deny it." Did he feel lost?
Gu Ping often thought he did not believe in fate, but when had he ever truly taken control of his own destiny?
It seemed like there had been moments when he did, yet it also felt like there hadn’t.
Every choice he made—was it truly his own? The things he saw—were they what he genuinely wished to see? Did he have any subjective awareness at all?
A series of questions arose in Gu Ping's mind, only to fade away quickly.
Because Gu Ping knew that reaching tomorrow was what he truly wanted to achieve. He could never forget that day filled with crimson clouds, nor could he forget the meteor shower that fell on a summer evening. He would never forget Liu Lao Jiu, who accompanied him through dangerous journeys.
What if Yoyo was wrong?
Suddenly, Gu Ping thought of Yoyo, and at that moment, the sound of Yoyo echoed in his mind. Yoyo had always perched on his shoulder, even during the Great War, never waking from her deep slumber.
At that moment, thinking of Yoyo felt as if she had appeared right before him. The bond between a person and a fox transcended understanding; Gu Ping knew the feelings, and Yoyo understood them too. Yoyo was aware that Gu Ping also knew, and for both of them, there had never been any secrets to speak of.
Gu Ping understood that Yoyo could have spoken freely and transformed into a human form long ago, but because she was a female fox, she could not rest her head on his shoulder in that shape, nor would she ever speak in that form.
In this world where colors were indistinguishable, Gu Ping could feel Yoyo resting on him. With her as a point of contact, he gradually became aware of his own body.
Everything in existence has its destined path. His stubbornness would inevitably lead to destruction.
Tai Xu Dao Zun's voice echoed in Gu Ping's ears. The moment he opened his eyes, he happened to see Yin Tianheng standing before him, blocking his way.
That battered body resembled a towering giant, holding up the sky above him.
The incomplete sword still stood firm against the heavens, unwavering.
The formation protecting him continued to shine brightly.
Gu Ping did not know if there were tears in his eyes at that moment, but he realized he could no longer look up at the vast sky as an ordinary person.
As Gu Ping opened his eyes, everyone felt a sudden clarity. Golden lotuses descended from the sky, and half of the heavens transformed into night. The sun and moon shone together, while the Milky Way stretched across Chang Kong, coming from the endless starry sky into the rolling river of history.
Fortune?
Tenglan, known as Zhongshang, frowned. At this moment, he had fully awakened to the memories belonging to the Heavenly Emperor. Those dreams he had pursued so desperately now felt so distant and unattainable.
Fortune?
Ling Chanzi nodded slightly, a hint of a smile appearing on his face. Then, beams of Buddhist light emerged from behind Ling Chanzi. His delicate figure seemed like a layer of skin gradually drying and shedding away.
Buddha once made a great vow: if the suffering of the masses persists for a month, then for that month, the Buddhist Sect would not attain great purity or freedom. Ru Ming and Gu Master finally witnessed Fortune and helped others escape their suffering. Buddha could also take this opportunity to fulfill his wish, and only then could Little Monk ascend to greatness.
Amitabha.
Amitabha.
Across the infinite expanse of time and space, the entire Easterners could clearly hear the chanting of numerous Arhat Bodhisattvas within the Buddha's realm, echoing through the heavens and earth, one step on lotus petals, one bowing before ten thousand Buddhas.
One had endured countless hardships and experienced various tribulations of the mortal world; the other had traversed mountains and rivers, taking a step towards ascendance.
When the celestial phenomena concluded, everyone’s hearts resonated with a single phrase.
It was just as Yin Tianheng had said before: from this moment on, there would be no Daoist Sect left in existence.
With a sigh, whether it was Daoist Master Wei Guangming or anyone from the Daoist Sect, it felt as if their stories were written in a book that had now turned its final page. The tale of the Daoist Sect had reached its end.
At this conclusion, Gu Ping saw Ye You gazing up at the endless sky from the Nine Nether Depths.
He noticed Ye You smiling foolishly to himself, just as they had on the day they first met.
(THE END)
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