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Zhu Xian Mountain gazed at the starry sky above, still in shock from the devastating blow Ji Wuqiu had suffered. Ignoring Pei Shigui's provocation, only Wen Tian and Gu Ping remained by Tian Zai's side. It seemed that with just a light kick, Ji Wuqiu could knock them both down. But did Ji Wuqiu truly possess such strength?
The thought of Zhu Xian Mountain suddenly came to mind; perhaps it was the most accurate description of Gu Ping.
Among those talented individuals, only Wei Wuyou and Wen Tian were truly ordinary people. Without a past life, they were mere mortals, flesh and blood in a chaotic world, striving against others and against fate, deserving of the title of genius.
Perhaps Zhu Xian Mountain had once said, "I don't deny," which could be seen as a response to Pei Shigui's question. This brought back memories of the first time encountering Ji Wuqiu.
He had been locked in a mutual gaze with the Other Shore Monster, trapped in a bizarre state that gradually transformed him into a demon. It was fortunate that he met Ji Wuqiu, who had saved him from Dong Lai.
Zhu Xian Mountain vividly remembered Ji Wuqiu's astonished expression when he saved him; it seemed to explain everything. Ji Wuqiu had once said something that Zhu Xian Mountain clearly recalled.
That was me. In another person's words, even if a Celestial Being came, they would be unable to save anyone in such circumstances.
At that time, Minghong was not present, and he felt he might have some unique experiences or differences about himself. Looking back now, perhaps it was because of his reincarnation as Daoist Master Wei Guangming, protected by the foundation of the Great Dao.
The Other Shore Monster?
In everyone's Divine Sense, the peculiar Zhengduo manifested by Ji Wuqiu emerged. Zhu Xian Mountain knew that this was the legendary Other Shore Monster, born in the Ninth Underworld but wandering between heaven and earth, an immortal being forever unable to ascend to the heavens.
Other Shore, however, Underworld, Hades, Youluo, Lutuo, and the River of Forgetfulness.
Legends about immortals are passed down through the Ninth Underworld. Although Coco has already said, "I don't deny," those who have seen the Other Shore Monster at Zhu Xian Mountain know that they truly exist.
Ru Ming gazed at the Other Shore Monster manifested by Ji Wuqiu. Suddenly, Zhu Xian Mountain was filled with a sense of Minghong. Those legends of immortality, "I don't deny," represent life, yet also deny it.
The concrete manifestation of the Great Dao's foundation; each legend of immortality signifies a path leading to the Great Dao, echoing the revered name after attaining the Dao of Dao Zun.
When Hong Ling mentioned Ji Wuqiu, she referred to him as a hero.
Hong Yulong looked at Ji Wuqiu, suddenly reminded of the time he had come. He wondered why Hong Ling had said such words to him. She said:
"I should take a look. If there is truly a hero in this world, his name must be Wu Qiu. Those days, I reviewed some files about Ji Wuqiu in our clan. He didn't say much to me. I sought to know that he could always be a true immortal, yet he never considered guarding the Nine Nether Depths's Demon Boundary. I never thought about that notion; I would just feel Minghong. He is a true powerhouse, a hero whom everyone admires."
What is a hero?
Hong Yulong did not know, but when he saw Ji Wuqiu, though old, still standing tall against the backdrop of the starry sky, he felt a sense of Minghong. Perhaps that was the pride of a true strength.
One can imagine how many people looked up to him when Ji Wuqiu stood at the Demon Boundary of the Nine Nether Depths. He was a figure admired by many—a towering hero.
Why did he participate in that battle, a battle that inherently belonged to him?
Feeling somewhat lost, Zhu Xian Mountain glanced at Hong Yulong, and his heart tightened suddenly.
He was wrong when he said that in the World of Mortals, there was only one genius named Gu Ping, a true mortal who perhaps embodied the great Fortune that had come into being. Then he arrived.
He was a strange Old Man, who had spent countless years guarding the thatched cottage he built at the Demon Boundary, repeatedly resisting the onslaught of demons.
He had never participated in any wars between Daoist Sects; for nearly eighty thousand years, he had merely protected his cottage, preventing demons from crossing even a single step beyond the threshold.
When he came, he said it was a matter of personal favor.
As he spoke of Zhu Xian Mountain, his eyes felt a bit moist, and his vision became blurred.
In truth, he knew he could not deny the personal favor owed to him. He did not wish to ask for a favor in return, hoping that in the future, when he ascended to heaven, someone would be able to guard his thatched cottage and maintain that boundary.
He was old now and understood that he could no longer protect his cottage. Thus, he came with an unspoken request.
Everyone wondered why Minghong would express such sentiments about Hong Yulong—an hero who dedicated everything he had to uphold his lifelong beliefs, a proud individual who would never ask for help.
Ji Wuqiu, was he truly without desires or needs?
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