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The door swung open, revealing a little girl with horned braids who bounced in, interrupting Gu Ping's rare moment of peace with her loud chatter.
Sighing, Gu Ping wondered if there was a banquet to attend. He couldn't recall any invitations he had received, but as he rose to check, his eyes fell on a red invitation on the table. It had been sent three months ago; surely it wouldn't be happening so soon.
Stepping outside, he was greeted by an elderly man dressed simply, who bowed with a smile.
Compared to Pingzi, this old servant was one of the stewards from the Hong Clan's branch. He had been sent by Miss Mingyue Ting to invite Gu Ping, Pingzi, and Miss Han Yu to the banquet. Apologizing for the short notice, he mentioned that the matters concerning the Ying Clan were being handled by other stewards and urged them to prepare for their departure.
"Master, the Hong Family's great shopkeeper is inviting us to celebrate!" Gu Ping shouted excitedly. It had been a while since he had mingled with the little ones in the courtyard, and this invitation felt out of place compared to the elegant atmosphere of Plum Garden.
Just then, Jiang Anbo, who had been meditating, walked over and shot Gu Ping a glance that seemed to say something about decorum. Gu Ping chuckled in response and sent a message to Han Yu, who was out. The three of them boarded a carriage made up of three connected sections pulled by an old steward, heading straight for the Hong Clan's residence.
Unlike traveling in the Red Cloud airship from Pingyue, they were now soaring through the vacuum of space. As they passed through layers of red clouds, Gu Ping finally caught sight of the world below.
It was a massive landmass shaped like a lotus leaf surrounded by an endless sea. Even from Nine Heavens, Gu Ping could not see where the ocean ended. To the north of the continent stood a cliff that appeared to have been neatly sliced off, shrouded in crimson mist. East of this cliff lay the legendary Ninth Underworld.
Above them stretched an infinite river of stars, with the sun positioned between Nine Heavens. To the east of this starry river, amidst fierce moonlight, something unknown seemed to linger in the air—watching them with curiosity.
That was the Fiery Sun Divine Bird, once the emblem of Sunfire Sect and known as the sun itself. It seemed to sense Gu Ping's curiosity. Yin Tianheng happened to speak up at that moment, explaining that it was a manifestation of a great demon king—a descendant of the demon royal family—an entity that was uniquely unbound by time yet heavily constrained by Heaven and Earth Rules.
Bound by time yet not free, was that not a contradiction?
Gu Ping smiled bitterly. Even he could sense the curiosity of the Fiery Sun Divine Bird above him, mixed with a helplessness that resonated in its heart.
Forever it could fly around that world, month after month, never able to escape the dull sky. There would be no family, no friends, and not even a spirit to communicate with.
The endless life it brought was something Gu Ping could not deny. Endless joy came with the loneliness of countless years. If given a choice, he would rather live as an ordinary person for a lifetime than remain as the lofty Fiery Sun Divine Bird.
He had gained a slight understanding of the mysteries of time, and the inspiration that came from the long passage of time stemmed from this. Back then, the Sunfire Sect had indeed perfected such secret arts; it seemed Bu Luo had ultimately failed.
Whether Dao Zun had found a method to attain enlightenment through Fortune was unknown to him. He only knew that Ru Ming's approach contained significant flaws. Once one merged with the Dao, they would unconsciously draw closer to the Heavenly Dao. That path was irreversible. It could only be barely maintained through the broad acceptance of disciples and solidifying Dao Tradition. This was something the Worldly Sage had told him directly; he remembered being informed that there was little time left for the Primordial Dao, which had been with Dao Zun for the longest duration.
Gu Ping listened quietly to Yin Tianheng's narration, much like an old man reminiscing about past events. The elderly often liked to ramble about things long gone, not knowing who they were speaking to—perhaps just talking to themselves.
The Worldly Sage was his mentor and also his teacher at Year Academy; he had never blamed him for his initial decisions—only felt some regret.
The carriage soon burst forth from the starry river and reappeared among the clouds. Many carriages appeared before Gu Ping, some of which were driven by individuals whose realms he could not discern. They seemed to be a group of old men who had lived for thousands of years.
There were quite a few cultivators riding in on horseback, including heads of major families and geniuses from various Major Sects—some akin to Gu Ping's friend, Hong Yulong.
As the carriage continued eastward, it plunged into a misty area. With a neigh from the steed, it landed smoothly in a stable.
They were now at Red Mist Valley; further ahead lay the Hong Clan's stronghold, Cloud Mist Manor. "Please follow me," one of them said.
The Old Steward explained in detail the various landscapes and interesting spots around Cloud Mist Manor. After a thorough introduction, they finally arrived at their destination.
Before them lay a scene where clouds and mist intertwined with the mountains, and the hidden manor truly opened Gu Ping's eyes. It was like a fairyland that had once appeared in his dreams, captivating and enchanting.
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