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The Sky East Tournament had not yet begun, but those who entered the city, eager to make a name for themselves among the talented youths, were informed of a crucial piece of news: entry into the Cangtian East Duel required one to possess a registered Seiya qualification at the Universe Hall. However, the Universe Hall had only been established for a short time, and cultivators from Tian Dong were as numerous as cattle. While they might not compare to the mortals at the bottom of the pyramid, if counted together, especially with two legs, they could certainly add up.
Bu Luo was stirring things up in the Daoist Sect. In just five short days, the Universe Hall was overflowing with people. Those cultivators who had traveled from afar rushed to obtain what was deemed the necessary entry qualification, eager to register.
Shen Shixing was busy helping Gu Ping treat Mi Chong Laozu's Chill while also sharing some external news with Gu Ping, as a way of doing a small favor. After all, in the eyes of cultivators, relationships took precedence over wealth and pleasures; Gu Ping accepted Shen Shixing's goodwill, knowing it would be useful in the future.
It was already the first day of registration. By now, over seventeen hundred Seiya had registered. If we consider those who had registered earlier, it was likely that at least twenty-five hundred people would participate in the Cangtian East Duel. Among those rushing to register, at least half would merely be spectators without qualifications to enter.
For some, being a witness was still worthwhile.
Gu Ping smiled and walked confidently behind Mi Chong Laozu after finishing his task.
Those Yuezi who hadn’t seen him thought they would have to wait until after the Sky East Tournament to catch a glimpse of him. His injury was not urgent; he had little time left to spare.
Mi Chong Laozu placed his wine bowl on the table and gestured for Shen Shixing to pour more wine.
"How long do you think it will take?"
"Three days at most," Bu Luo replied. "With my current condition, I could go without sleep for thirty days if needed. It seems I've made some progress; perhaps if I can reach another level, there might be a chance."
Mi Chong Laozu spoke frankly, causing Shen Shixing beside him to frown slightly.
"Three days? That seems a bit short," he chuckled.
Gu Ping did not hold back either and began treating Mi Chong's injuries. Each time he healed Mi Chong, he secretly glimpsed into the mysteries of the Great Ascension realm. At first, he couldn't even approach that door; now, although he still couldn't enter, he could at least stand outside and peek through.
Some people go their entire lives without ever seeing that door, while others may pass by it countless times without entering. Only a very few manage to step over the threshold, and even fewer can truly walk through that door, becoming part of the Tian Di Dong, a select group of individuals who can see far into the future.
Yet even immortals cannot be completely unrestrained; they are overseen in the heavenly realm. Those in the heavenly realm must heed the Daoist Sect. What level of attainment is required to truly align with heaven and earth? Perhaps only those who understand Tiandong and the Supreme Dao of All Things can reach such heights.
Yan Dong, even if just a glance, has benefited Gu Ping immensely. Old Taoist Mi Chong has shown no reluctance; I believe he would generously allow me to observe him. Keke, being all alone, has no disciples or descendants. Even if he successfully ascends, it would be in vain. Gu Ping should take a closer look now; perhaps later he will remember that there was an Old Taoist named Mi Chong who ascended to the heavenly realm. If he fails to be accepted by the Heavenly Gate due to the Nine Nether Cold Qi, he would perish, and likely no one would remember him afterward.
Currently, Tian Di Dong is not peaceful. Talents like me should explore the Secular world more often. Firstly, cultivators seek the Dao but often do not know where it lies. Each person has their own path; by exploring more, they might find their own way. Spending months cooped up in the mountains won't help them grasp the Great Dao. Can one truly hold onto the Dao while sitting idle? Secondly, it might help avoid calamities; fighting with those old Taoists is considered low-tier. They are not all Mahayana Practitioners. The old Taoist should not be someone who can only stand on half a foot in error. If Bu Luo claims to cast spells and set formations, then he might be considered at least second-rate. What makes him feel superior to other Mahayana Practitioners is that he has been cultivating for so long, even if others deem it a minor path. The Great Dao has its broad avenues, while minor paths have their own scenery, but what enters the World of Mortals often isn’t appealing. Recently, a meteor fell from the sky with a loud crash, shaking heaven and earth. After the Battle of Good and Evil, it was said to be the first and only fallen Dao Zun. Later, there was an eruption of Demonic Energy. Although the old Taoist never stepped out of the Peach Blossom Secret Realm, he could still sense that astonishing energy. Even during the end of the Battle of Good and Evil, those lingering remnants of the Demonic Path Mahayana Practitioners lacked such power—perhaps they were mere shadows.
Then came a ray of Buddhist light descending upon the world. Although I have always kept my distance from the Buddhist Sect, it was they who first introduced the concept of demons. The so-called extermination of demons by the Daoist Sect is merely a pretext for some to seize what they desire. Only true Buddhists would engage in such foolishness as purging demons—where are all these demons anyway? They’ve already killed enough people. Recently, there was a hint of Buddhist light coming from the west, seemingly heading northward. The old Taoist thought about living longer and avoided getting involved in matters that had already passed.
Heaven knows I couldn’t help but notice how promising I am and reminded me about cultivators: one cultivates oneself while being a scholar; through cultivation, one becomes human. If one cultivates well, it's like climbing that mountain beneath one's feet—growing ever higher. If not well cultivated, one might end up in the Ninth Underworld, facing Yama.
Shen Shixing and Gu Ping listened intently as they absorbed everything from Mi Chong Laozu. Usually so sparing with words, this time Mi Chong Laozu spoke extensively; thus, Shen Shixing could not treat it as mere gossip about heavenly secrets. As for Gu Ping, he felt there were deeper meanings behind Mi Chong Laozu's words—whether about Buddhism or demons—it was all just incidental mention by Bu Luo. The notion of entering society might be what Mi Chong Laozu truly wanted to convey to him.
However, once cultivators reach a certain level of attainment, how can they still wander through the mundane world? When they venture out for travels, they do not seek famous mountains or rivers where immortals reside; how could they possibly remain in this earthly realm?
After the Sky East Tournament, if there were no pressing matters for the juniors, they would first come to assist their ancestors in dispelling any chill lingering around them. Once they witnessed their ancestors ascend firsthand, they could return to this world again. Growing up beneath that great tree's roots, they hardly understood what life in the secular world truly entailed. If luck were on their side and they managed to reach the Heavenly Gate, surely they'd want to chat with their ancestors.
That would fulfill my good wishes! Ha ha!
The three shared a hearty drink as laughter echoed throughout the entire Little Secret Realm.
The Nine Netherman knew well that he was likely not favored in the World of Mortals. Recently he had refrained from venturing out too much; however, since he had come for the Cangtian East Duel, his entry qualifications were assured. He did not want those distant visitors from among the Nine Nether Cultivators to be squeezed out by those practitioners from the mundane world. Many could have completed their tests but were unable due to overcrowding caused by too many people from Yan Dong. This led some cultivators to lose their chance at entry altogether.
Leading them was Mu Qinglong, who smiled upon hearing this news but said nothing further—he simply allowed those Nine Nether Cultivators to leave on their own accord. It wasn't punishment for them; rather, it was an opportunity for them to experience life in the mundane world. If luck favored them or if they were resilient enough, perhaps they'd return; otherwise, they might end up remaining forever in this mortal realm.
Though people had left, face-saving measures still needed to be taken. Those who had received items like the Pegasus Ring Nine Nether Cultivator began searching for something else amidst all this chaos in the arena—those two days had been anything but quiet since then. Since that incident where a single sword strike nearly cost him his life at the hands of Bei Qinping, Pei Shigui had yet to show his face again.
Standing beside the viewing platform, watching the match between Wen Tian and a cultivator named Wei Wuyou from the Nine Nether sect, Tenglan found himself lost in thought, which piqued the curiosity of Tan Siyuan beside him.
Everyone knew that Tenglan had reached the level of a Transcendent Practitioner, yet at his level of cultivation, it was rare for anything to truly capture his attention. What could possibly be on his mind? Tan Siyuan couldn't fathom Tenglan's thoughts no matter how hard he tried.
Tenglan observed Mu Qinglong standing opposite him with a serious gaze. He never expected that the former Golden Cultivation Nine Nether Cultivator would have advanced to the early stage of Nascent Soul after such a long time. Judging by his aura, it didn’t seem like he had taken any pills to aid his breakthrough. If he had indeed broken through continuously, then his talent would likely be comparable to Hong Yulong, who stood not far from him, and his own junior brother who had disappeared for over half a year without any news.
What surprised Mu Qinglong was that he never anticipated Hong Yulong would also break through. With both of them achieving breakthroughs, Hong Yulong, who originally held an advantage in the Pseudo-Golden Realm, now found that the gap between them was not as vast as it once was.
The advantage of the Pseudo Golden Elixir lay in establishing a solid foundation in Dongyi, digging deep into the well of their external energy. As their realms increased, that well transformed into rivers and eventually lakes. Although there remained a significant difference in depth between their wells, both of their external Spiritual Energy now resembled vast oceans—how much difference could there truly be?
It seemed that Xiao Zhang from Cheng Dao Sect had also broken through, following in Tenglan's footsteps. His generation now boasted another Transcendent Practitioner. While this was unexpected, it was also somewhat reasonable; after all, those who survived the Great War in the Eastern Extreme Secret Realm had no reason to remain stagnant.
Although Yan Dong and the cultivators from the World of Mortals appeared tense and ready for conflict, to Tenglan’s eyes, without his usually composed junior brother present, it all felt rather dull amidst such a gathering of talents.
He recalled Gu Ping once asking him whether he had ever considered what the world would be like if Yin Tianheng were still alive.
Tenglan hadn’t thought much about it then and couldn’t provide an answer. Gu Ping never revealed his own thoughts either, and after that moment, there were no further discussions.
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