No talent like Bazhun’an...
Don’t want to beco a headless fly like The Divine...
Also took the fall of Kui Leihan as a lesson...
Nor like Dao Qiongcang, aided by ancient Ancestral God power...
Gou Wuyue, from beginning to end is always Gou Wuyue, surpassing, leveling, failing—every mortal has had such a record, it’s nothing surprising.
Blood and sweat mixed, countless days and nights of hamring.
No background, no external power, he relied on himself to hold up the two most pinnacle trophies on the continent.
In the end, he found there are still towering mountains waiting to be surpassed, and apart from practicing, all he can do is practice, apart from hiding the edge, all he can do is hide the edge.
Even after eting Bazhun’an, what he had couldn’t be called hidden edge, even if it was shown, it wouldn’t be stunning, wouldn’t be looked upon by the Ancestors.
Thus, how can a sword-wielding mortal ultimately transcend?
Even if You Tu and Wen Ting intervened, Gou Wuyue couldn’t see hope, even if he intervened, bringing Bazhun’an back from the ti realm.
No matter if he succeeded or won, it’s not Gou Wuyue’s victory, but Bazhun’an’s and Saint Servant’s victory.
But at this mont!
In this fleeting mont of the raging giant!
Gou Wuyue saw the opportunity he chased for thirty years, from the Ancestral God battle to now, the only chance he saw:
"In the ti realm, it’s not Bazhun’an, but Xu Xiaoshou."
"That’s not important, what’s important is, the Demon dicine dares not enter the ti realm, but the ti realm can transcend the Ancestral God Destruction tribulation!"
This news, perhaps to Saint Servant Xu Xiaoshou, doesn’t an much.
To the Dao ancestor, or rather to Qianshi Emperor Realm of Dao Qiongcang, it doesn’t an much either.
But Gou Wuyue, who backs Holy Divine Palace, has lost it, he lost the intelligence network, he’s not from the five great aristocratic families of the Holy Emperor, and he knows nothing about the secrets of the Ancestral God.
All the knowledge concerning the Ten Ancestors, since the battle of Godhood-Sealing and Ancestor began, has been enlightened by Xu Xiaoshou, blinded by the Ten Ancestors, and altered again and again by the Dao ancestor...
Chaos!
Chaos like a stew!
Yet in chaos there is order, Gou Wuyue waited till now, finally understanding the whole sequence of events, and affird what he thought:
"Even if the ti realm’s transcendence is perilous, this must be my only, and also last chance."
This battle opportunity, couldn’t be more marvelous.
Like Saint Xin breaking the World Sealing Chains, Xu Xiaoshou’s Path succeeds in returning.
Demon dicine under the five ancestors collides in the new Heavenly Realm, no one would bother with certain soone in the ti realm, nor care whether certain soone has qualification and capability in the Path.
Even if they pursue, it’s no big deal to be lost in the ti realm together.
Rather be shattered like jade than remain whole like tile.
Better than Elder You, Master Siren almost getting slain, Wen Ting being sealed in the coffin on the spot, till death only being soone else’s sword, right?
"And I..."
In the distance, golden light shatters, purple lightning falls into emptiness.
On a small mound, Gou Wuyue’s eyelids lightly trembled, a sharp glow flickered in his eyes, but after a deep breath, he pressed down all the waves in his heart.
Buzz!
Voice of Nulan trembled.
Gou Wuyue gently pressed it down, suppressed the resonance of the Voice of Nulan sharing intent.
"It’s coming..."
He murmured, as if talking to the Voice of Nulan, also as if talking to his own heart.
He raised his head, but not to look at the ignorant junior daring to stand before Saint Xin, even if he was towering.
What he sees is the endless Great Path, the winding past, the waiting present, and the possible future.
"It’s coming..."
Gou Wuyue’s voice quivered, eyes lowered, closed them, the Present Gods and Buddhas in his heart, long since disappeared within the Eighth Palace.
This world is lightless, vast majority born ordinary.
Acknowledging ordinariness doesn’t an accepting diocrity.
Just as Gou Wuyue has never been subordinate to Bazhun’an’s brilliance, likewise in his world, Voice of Nulan is never an alternative for Qingju.
"We are, each unique."
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