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Northern Crossing Qing continued forward, with the others from Nine Flows Generation keeping pace closely behind him. Zuo Dao could foresee how powerful Northern Crossing Qing would be when he reemerged. The stronger he became, the more Zuo Dao liked it.
It was clear that Nine Flows Generation was led by Northern Crossing Qing; as long as they could secure him, they would have a formidable ally. Although they couldn't yet reach the heights of the Twelve Holy Sons, it was still sufficient.
At least in the current environment, the power Zuo Dao had accumulated was enough to sweep across the entire Great Star Domain. However, this power would only reign supreme in this realm; once he stepped into another territory, it would no longer suffice.
Accumulation—he needed to gather more strength.
He had a strong premonition that if he continued down this path, the next realm would be the ultimate end of this world.
Wangfeng Platform was still evolving. Northern Crossing Qing strode alone onto Treasure Path with a long spear in hand, while the remaining Eight People of Nine Streams were no different from being trapped in a dead end.
It was lonely!
Zuo Dao began to regret entering this place. Although Wangfeng Platform had its benefits and he might recruit a few followers, none of that mattered to him. He suddenly longed for the days spent with Three Women, so carefree and easygoing.
Northern Crossing Qing was exhausted. After fighting his way through, he felt so fatigued that he could fall asleep on the ground. The high-intensity battles had repeatedly drawn out his inner potential.
His spiritual energy was drained time and again, only to be replenished by the Brilliant Gems from fallen Treasure Beasts. He didn't even realize that profound changes were occurring within his meridians.
Brilliant Gems flowed through his veins, enhancing their resilience and thickness. Although each Treasure Beast only released a meager amount of Brilliant Gems upon death, the sheer quantity made up for it. By now, Northern Crossing Qing had slain at least eight hundred Treasure Beasts.
The noticeable increase in quantity meant that his meridians were becoming smoother, and even his spiritual energy was undergoing transformation.
His legs felt as heavy as lead, and his arms had lost all sensation. The Beast Spear, which once felt like an extension of himself, now seemed as heavy as a mountain.
Mechanically swinging the spear, Northern Crossing Qing felt as if his head might explode from fatigue; waves of weariness surged up relentlessly, tugging at his resolute nerves.
He desperately wanted to sleep right there, but a voice deep within his mind kept encouraging him.
"Hold on, child! Keep going; you haven't finished this journey yet!"
In the unseen arrangement of fate, Northern Crossing Immortal had planted a seed in Northern Crossing Qing's mind when he stepped onto Treasure Path.
It was a seed known as “Braveheart.”
The entire interior of Treasure Path was undergoing changes. As one Treasure Beast after another fell, the stone path behind Northern Crossing Qing was crumbling. The speed of the collapse matched the pace at which Northern Crossing Qing was eliminating his foes.
When he noticed this change, he realized that this path had truly become a road of no return.
He forced himself to focus, shaking his head as if trying to shake off the layer of fatigue clinging to his mind. The road ahead was still long, and he needed to keep pushing forward.
The gunlight flashed again. As his speed increased, so did the rate at which he absorbed Brilliant Gems. Finally, just before he reached a group of Treasure Beasts, he felt a change occurring within him.
A refreshing sensation surged from his feet to the top of his head, awakening him as if he had just emerged from a long slumber. His spirit felt harmonious and powerful.
The supply of Brilliant Gems finally exceeded his consumption, ensuring that his journey ahead would be remarkably smooth.
Hidden somewhere in the depths of space, the remnant soul of Northern Crossing Immortal sensed the changes within Feng Duqing. A smile finally appeared on his face because he knew that this descendant, generations removed, had finally succeeded. With a smile, he slowly faded away.
Meanwhile, the bored Zuo Dao was observing a rock on the ground when he suddenly looked up, deep in thought as he gazed into the depths of space above.
Has he finally left? Did he go without any attachments? After tens of thousands of years, he had to dissipate into the earth. Zuo Dao didn’t know whether to feel happy for him or sorrowful for himself.
Even in the midst of battle, Northern Crossing Qing felt a pang in his heart at the moment Northern Crossing Immortal vanished. It was as if someone very important had departed from him.
In a moment of distraction, he was seized by a Treasure Beast, which launched a powerful attack. In an instant, the situation on the battlefield shifted. Two lines of tears streamed down from the corners of his eyes; before he could wipe them away, they were blown away by a strong gust of wind.
“Ah!”
Like a wolf howling in grief, Northern Crossing Qing let out a mournful cry, his hands trembling around the Beast Spear.
Ancient Ancestor, it must be him. He had truly departed. The pain in Northern Crossing Qing’s heart was unbearable; he now understood that the voice calling to him from deep within his mind belonged to whom he thought it did. He also recognized that the aura he sensed before the stone gate was indeed from him.
The Treasure Beast before him became the only target for his pent-up emotions. Only through pain could he dull the sorrow within his heart.
Kill.
At this moment, he charged into the Beast Horde like a madman, not hesitating to exchange injury for injury. The damage he sustained along the way was nothing compared to what he faced in this segment.
The bone-deep pain surged into his mind, merely dulling the sorrow within him.
Countless souls fell beneath endless gunfire, and on this path, none walked alongside him.
As the battle reached its climax, he finally regained his senses. The dead were gone, and the name of his ancestors must not be tarnished. He had no idea how long he had been walking on this Treasure Path. Looking back, he could no longer see the way he came.
In the distance, a point of starlight began to expand; that was the end of the Treasure Path. After months of slaughter, he finally glimpsed Hope's Dawn. If he still did not understand the hardships of his forebears at this moment, he would have long since perished on this road.
The ground beneath him felt increasingly solid, and the gun in his hand became sharper. A determined light shone in his eyes.
The remaining members of Nine Flows Generation also gradually awakened from their meditative states, each feeling joy at the surge of power within them. This was the gift bestowed upon them by the young White-Clad Monk.
Each person sensed that their Realm and strength had increased by more than one level, even feeling a sense of impending Cataclysm.
"Alright, stop standing around like fools; Northern Crossing Qing will be out soon, so you all need to be prepared," Zuo Dao mysteriously appeared before them once again.
"Did Flirtatious Qing succeed?"
"That's great!"
...
Zuo Dao truly did not want to dampen their spirits, but for their own good, he interrupted them.
"Don't celebrate too early; when Northern Crossing Qing emerges, it means this incident is coming to a close. After he appears, you’d best ask nothing and act as if nothing has happened."
He glanced at the Eight People once more, a dangerous smile suddenly appearing on his face.
"Still, it's best to pay attention to yourselves. This place has the effect of isolating the path; once you step outside, you'll face your own tribulation. Prepare well, and don't let my efforts go to waste."
With that, Zuo Dao laughed heartily and strode away. Northern Crossing Qing was about to emerge, and it seemed that the Immortal Mound would soon collapse. He still needed to reclaim his Wangfeng Platform.
When he arrived in front of Wuzhishan, he suddenly noticed that the five-fingered mountain had vanished, leaving only the lonely Wangfeng Platform behind.
The fusion had succeeded; Zuo Dao knew it without a doubt. The Wangfeng Platform was larger than before, radiating a poignant glow.
The elevation of the Wangfeng Platform was not just a minor increase; he wondered if stepping out of Xianzuka would bring its own tribulation.
Zuo Dao found it difficult to judge this point, but such matters were not challenging for him.
After several days of waiting, Northern Crossing Qing appeared before Fan Yunxiu and the Eight People, just as Zuo Dao had predicted.
Looking at his brothers in life and death before him, Northern Crossing Qing said nothing but embraced each one deeply; only those who had experienced it could understand this feeling.
The Eight People firmly remembered Zuo Dao's words and asked no questions of Northern Crossing Qing, expressing their emotions through tight embraces.
Fan Yunxiu's usually large face turned a rare shade of red, drawing teasing remarks from Lecherous Liu and others. Northern Crossing Qing looked at Fan Yunxiu and embraced her once more.
Is this what happiness feels like?
Fan Yunxiu could hardly believe it; the warm embrace in front of her confirmed that everything was real. She laughed through her tears, her grip on Northern Crossing Qing growing stronger.
Time passed without her noticing until a faint voice broke through.
"Could you loosen your grip? I can hardly breathe."
Startled, she reacted like a frightened rabbit and instinctively pushed Northern Crossing Qing away from her.
Laughter erupted throughout the space.
"Not bad, not bad, finally seeing through one's own heart," Zuo Dao said with a smile as he appeared before the group of Nine Flows Generation.
However, at this moment, he was accompanied by a constantly rising and falling Wangfeng Platform.
"I have met Brother Zuo," Northern Crossing Qing stepped forward and bowed. Despite knowing that Zuo Dao was younger than him, he couldn't help but use the term "brother."
"Well, it seems that the old fellow from Northern Crossing has indeed been waiting. But that's not my concern right now; there's something I need you to hear." The youngest among them spoke with an unexpectedly mature tone.
"Before you came out, I had a deal with them to follow me, but they couldn't decide. So I've handed the decision-making power over to you. Now we can resolve this matter." Zuo Dao pointed at the Eight People present and addressed Northern Crossing Qing.
Northern Crossing Qing looked at his companions with a questioning gaze. After receiving their silent agreement, he began to ponder. After all, this wasn't just his decision alone; the Brothers had entrusted him with the responsibility, and he had to be accountable for them.
He still recognized Zuo Dao, not only for his strength but also for the kindness he sensed in him.
Fan Yunxiu noticed Northern Crossing Qing's dilemma and stepped in front of him, gently saying, "Wherever you go, I will follow."
At that moment, she had transformed from a fierce woman into a graceful lady, exuding an unexpected tenderness.
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