"But..." Martial Emperor Juque gritted his teeth, his voice filled with an indescribable frustration, "Why can he succeed so smoothly? Is it that our Human Race's cultivation system is inferior to the Demon Race's?"
The Human Race ascends to the Ancestral Realm, undergoing baptism at Heaven's Gate, while the Demon Race ascends to the Saint Realm without similar obstacles.
From this perspective, it seems quite unfair.
"The Ancestral Realm is the Ancestral Realm, the Saint Realm is the Saint Realm, they are equal, but this doesn't an their essence is the sa," Qi Butian softly said, "No need to be overly pessimistic, don't we still have hope?"
Upon hearing this, Martial Emperor Juque seed to also recall that last hope, a faint light gleaming in his eyes.
Even though that hope seed very slim to him, it was still a light of hope.
The overwhelming darkness drives people to the brink of madness, and at tis like these, light is especially needed, even if it's just a faint glimr.
At the right mont, a faint glimr appeared.
Amidst the dense demon clouds that even sunlight couldn't penetrate, a crescent moon erged, casting its lunar light upon the world.
"Never see daylight..." Qi Butian looked up to the sky, muttering to himself, "But, isn't the bright moon hanging high?"
.......
Qing State.
Though Qing State stretches across thirty thousand miles, the martial world only occupies a corner, yet the wind can rise at the edge of a blade of grass, waves forming from subtle ripples.
In the deep mountains, at the vine-clad cave entrance.
Lu Qingshan stood at the entrance.
Qin Yitian stood behind him, just like before.
Lu Qingshan looked up at the bright moon in the sky.
Years ago, when he walked out of this Corpse Refining Cave, the first thing he saw was this bright moon in the sky.
Years later, although he had traveled a long, long path, experiencing many, many storms, nothing seed to have changed here, and the sa bright moon still hung high in the sky.
Qingshan alongside the wind and rain, how could the bright moon be of two different lands?
Lu Qingshan pushed aside the vines and walked in.
The Corpse Refining Cave had long been abandoned, overgrown with weeds.
He proceeded forward and inward until he reached a certain deep cave chamber.
Inside the chamber was a pool neither deep nor shallow, but it had long since dried up.
Returning after so long, Lu Qingshan was not here to reminisce the past, but to pursue so more important matters.
"This is the place where I ca from, my place of birth." Lu Qingshan pointed at the dry pool and said, this was a secret Qin Yitian had never known, which made her very surprised, unable to imagine how her master could have been born from a pool and not from a mother's womb.
He continued babbling, "In my hotown, there's a famous saying, 'Never forget why you started, and you can accomplish your mission,' so....."
"But I still....don't know what to do." he finally said.
Even with their mutual understanding and unimaginable tacit connection, at that mont, Qin Yitian couldn't be sure whether he was saying he didn't know how to fulfill his mission, or he didn't know if his current choices were correct or not.
He left Heavenly River City to Qi Butian.
Put Guangling Pass aside.
Left the increasingly bloody and brutal battle between Dao and Demon behind.
He didn't even return to Yun Pass, leading Xia Daoyun to keep it alive through sheer will.
Once there was Li Qiubai who never entered Chang'an for ten thousand years, and now Lu Qingshan shares a similar fate and makes similar choices.
Similar choices bring similar pains.
But this doesn't an Lu Qingshan isn't responsible, only that he has a greater responsibility to bear.
A responsibility so imnse that even the shoulders of the Ninth Tribulations Sword Immortal can't bear it.
Unless he ascends one more level.
But how to take that final step?
That is truly a question worthy of long contemplation.
As he contemplated, the Dao and Demon War and the Human Race's great tribulation thundered forward.
.......
In the culture of the Human Race, a person's na often has a significant origin or aning, except for minor characters.
For example, Chu Mu, the Shepherd God of Ascension.
For example, Xie Qingyun, riding the clear clouds away.......
Qingshan is truly a beautiful imagery.
It's the highest, the most stable, the most reliable, cherished in countless writings of literati and poets throughout history, carrying many anings.
But no matter how many anings it is given, its essence does not change.
Storms are approaching, Qingshan stands before them.
This is its essence.
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