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The monks on the ground marveled as they watched a dozen figures making their way toward Sky's End Tower. No one could deny the power of the academy; just a single outpost could produce over ten Foundation Disciples, all dispatched from elsewhere. It was said that those who had become renowned were either of great potential or disciples who were not favored.
Within the Fairy Market, there were also some Golden Core cultivators present. However, when they saw the leader among the group was Liu Lao Jiu, they couldn't help but frown. Over the past year, due to the arrival of this calamity, many in Chen Kingdom had found themselves troubled. Originally, Bu Luo was merely a second- or third-rate force within the academy's outpost, yet in just a short year, it had quietly gained strength capable of challenging the local tyrants in Chen Kingdom. This was truly astonishing and forced many to reassess this seemingly unremarkable junior.
Ru Ming, even as the president of the Sky's End Tower branch in Chen Kingdom, called out to Liu Lao Jiu with respect. Although Liu Lao Jiu had only recently advanced to Golden Core Cultivator, no one would dare compare him to those disciples exiled here by Mok Ming Academy whose futures looked bleak.
Yet when people saw Liu Lao Jiu willingly following behind another young man, everyone involuntarily gasped softly before falling silent with darkened expressions. Upon first glance at that young man, they all felt he possessed the strength of a Bu Luo Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator. However, everyone knew that such individuals were not worthy of respect from someone like the stubbled man.
There were two reasonable explanations: either the young man's displayed strength was misleading them, or he held authority granted by the academy that even someone as reckless and arrogant as Stubbled Uncle had to take seriously.
Regardless of which explanation was true, it represented that the academy in Chen Kingdom was no longer satisfied with merely getting by. The Eastern Peak Demonstration presented an excellent opportunity to announce to the Easterners that Mok Ming Academy remained unchanged and still held its ground.
Scattered cultivators quietly made their way back to their sects, taking winding paths until they disappeared from the streets. No one wanted another person to share in what they believed was already their portion of the cake; after all, there was only so much cake to go around, and for many years, people had grown accustomed to taking their rightful share.
"Over there," Gu Ping said abruptly, pointing in a direction that clearly differed from that of Sky's End Tower.
"Are you going to Sky's End Tower?"
"No, I am not."
"I'll lead the way."
Gu Ping shook his head. He had just arrived yesterday and was unaware of the situation. It was enough to join in the excitement without needing everyone to recognize him as the Chief Disciple. After all, despite his seniority, he could not erase the fact that he was the last person to enroll at Ming Academy. No matter how they viewed him, Gu Ping didn’t care as long as they left him alone.
Following Liu Lao Jiu, they quickly reached their destination. Yuanji looked up to see a faint green light flickering in the sky, with symbols that were indistinguishable to the naked eye appearing in everyone's minds, like countless little tadpoles swimming around in their consciousness.
Holding his breath and focusing,
With Liu Lao Jiu's loud shout, those behind him snapped back to reality and began to seriously examine the dangerous symbols. These symbols seemed like living beings, jumping around them, causing several girls to giggle at the mischievous Little Guys.
Liu Lao Jiu glanced at Gu Ping, curious about how he would handle those symbols. After a moment of hesitation, Liu Lao Jiu twitched his mouth and led someone deeper into the area of symbols, seemingly ignoring what Gu Ping had done.
Gu Ping shook his head and gently waved his leg. All the symbols before him vanished into thin air. Liu Lao Jiu naturally understood that these symbols originated from the same source—a treasure, a spiritually attuned artifact, a True Artifact. This was an item that surpassed the level of Spiritual Energy tools, akin to the difference between a Mahayana Practitioner and one who Refines Spirit and Returns to Void; it could be described as a chasm.
The symbols emitted by such a treasure dissipated with a mere flick of Bei Qinping's sleeve, carried away by the wind. This wasn't just a matter of raw power; it was something even he couldn't achieve. It clearly made Liu Lao Jiu realize that although both were at the early stage of Golden Core, their true strengths were on completely different levels.
While he felt that the academy wouldn't mistakenly report on its disciples, how many would believe that a young disciple who had just entered Golden Core could defeat a well-known senior brother like Tenglan, known as Zhongshang?
If someone had told him such a thing before, he would have pinned that person down and given them a good beating first. Yet now, he suddenly wondered if Gu Ping might really be like that legendary figure or perhaps become another legendary person himself. This thought crossed his mind after witnessing Gu Ping's battle with Tan Siyuan.
Was this Spirit Rune Pavilion? The Sky's End Tower? A unique place in Chen Kingdom? The dangerous symbols they had seen earlier were all emanating from there. Bu Luo reminded them that no matter what form a Spirit Rune took, it possessed a soul—this was the essence of Spirit Rune Pavilion itself. Therefore, every action taken there was essentially communication with Spirit Rune Pavilion. If they acted appropriately and gained its recognition, it would grant them an extraordinary opportunity—a chance to enter the Righteous and Evil Battlefield where treasures buried for tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of years lay hidden. Those unfortunate enough might even encounter demonic artifacts.
The Righteous and Evil Battlefield?
Gu Ping softly repeated those four words. He had come across this term multiple times while searching for information related to Light Path Classic but had never found any book that clearly recorded where the Battle of Good and Evil actually took place. This truly puzzled Gu Ping.
No one knows where the Righteous and Evil Battlefield is, except for those who have participated in the war. But I know that the Mahayana Practitioner has been around for at most eighty thousand years, and Ru Ming has been here for over a hundred thousand years. So how could anyone know where the Righteous and Evil Battlefield is? Those ancient and immortal True Artifacts have become witnesses to that war. Besides them, it seems no one knows exactly where the Righteous and Evil Battlefield is located. The Spirit Rune Pavilion does not possess such a True Artifact.
True Artifact? Gu Ping was even more confused. He clearly remembered the description in that book from the World of Mortals. It stated that if a True Artifact were to be misused, the Heavenly Dao would destroy it. This implies that there are no True Artifacts in the World of Mortals, so how could the Spirit Rune Pavilion have anything to do with it?
No, no True Artifact; Bu Luo is broken.
Liu Lao Jiu shrugged innocently. He naturally understood the laws of the Heavenly Dao. So, was Bu Luo trying to tease Gu Ping? It seemed that guy also understood everything.
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