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"Interesting," Qian Chou said thoughtfully. "In your view, is death the only equality"

"Death is not equal, and this applies especially to my line of work." Yin Guan's hands moved ceaselessly, his tone casual: "Different people have different prices in our world. The equality I speak of is a matter after death. Whether hero or villain, noble or lowborn, they all share the same yellow earth, the same fate of being consumed by white worms."

"Kill everyone, and then there will be true equality" Qian Chou asked from the mouth of the cave.

"I was just saying—" Yin Guan's eyes widened in alarm as he looked up at his retreating figure: "Your ideals wouldn't be this extreme, would they"

Qian Chou did not turn back. He basked in the sunlight outside the cave. "How is that possible The equality we pursued was the equality between people. If there were no people, what meaning would equality have"

Yin nodded, continuing to sew.

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Qian Chou then said, "Don't you ask how we are going to achieve this"

"Perhaps it's best not to ask," Yin Guan said with a hint of amusement. "I'm afraid I might be persuaded by you."

"Don't you expect a better world" Qian Chou asked.

“I’m not someone who takes responsibility. I just want a better life for myself.” Yin finally finished sewing the needle and began to dress slowly, as if he were elegant rather than suffering. “Of course, the premise of a better life is killing those who prevent me from living well.”

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"Is that so" Qianchou seemed not to intend to force the issue, his tone calm: "In a sense, we could be said to be in the same boat."

"From now on, you are the supreme client of Hell's Unending Gate." Yin Guan put on a black robe and fastened the King Yama mask around his waist, casually crushing the altar: "As long as the money is enough, anything is possible."

"You're quite stubborn, aren't you With your broken body, you still try to appear threatening" Qian Chou asked.

"What's this" Yin Guan didn't care. "I know someone who doesn't have a single part of his body that's their own, and he can still jump around."

Qian Chudao: "Why are we risking so much to save you"

Yin Guan acted as if nothing had happened: “The price of my life has already been made clear. I only ask that you agree to my terms. When I complete your order, the money will be exchanged.”

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"But I still want to tell you why we saved you." Qian Chou said: "We respect those who have a fighting spirit, and we cherish those in this world who say 'no' to power. Even though you can't become our Taoist companion, we are still willing to save you."

After saying all this, he stepped into the light and vanished.

The history of Tianjing City is synonymous with the journey of a new beginning.

The splendor of Tianjing City is also the same age as the Daoli.

It represents new life amidst the vastness of time and space, and in the splendor of eras, it embodies antiquity.

Thousands of years ago, the founding emperor of the Li Kingdom, Hong Junyan, the ancestor of the Snow Country, was a wandering swordsman in the Heavenly Capital. He was renowned for his bravery. Of course, even a great city like the Heavenly Capital was merely a temporary stop in his life. Because this city had its own emperor, and he was a man who sought to ascend to the throne, not kneel before it.

Ji Yanqiu, who established the Dahan dynasty, once met a man named Tang Yu in Tiance City. They had a long conversation and drank together until dawn. Ji Yanqiu was very impressed by Tang Yu's talent and invited him to work together to achieve great things, leaving behind the famous saying:

“I too have a heavenly capital, lasting as eternally as the sun and moon.”

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"Jing Shu". Of course, the focus of the records is different. The former emphasizes the foresight and magnanimity of Chang Taizu, while the latter emphasizes the undeniable brilliance of Jing Taizu.

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At that time, Tang Yu merely smiled and replied, "I am a mere husbandman, my aspirations lie elsewhere."

Ji Yanqiu then smiled and pointed, saying, "Your ambition is not below the sun and moon, but in the sun and moon themselves."

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At that time, Tang Yu was still unknown. At that time, Ji Yanqiu was only just emerging. Although she was a descendant of the Eight Immortals, she had not yet "soared to the heavens".

This meeting became a legendary tale.

The ambition of a hero is not confined by time.

In terms of both time and space, Tiangong City is the absolute center of the present world. Every brick beneath the feet of passersby echoes with a vast history.

Walking on the streets of this great city, how can one not be filled with awe

The building is very quiet.

Although he is the benchmark of true people in the world, he is the pride of Yintiangufu.

But in Tianjing City, one would never feel too grand.

Each era has the number one true master of the Central Plains, and each number one true master of the Central Plains comes from Jing Guo.

Just as Jiang Wangyi's true allegiance to Liuzhen was a surprise for everyone at the time, so too is the history of Tianjing City, merely one wave among countless others.

The river of time has never submerged this city, and the ocean of people surges within it, having done so for nearly four thousand years.

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The building was walking on a bustling street, the street was crowded with pedestrians.

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He walked slowly forward, walking and walking until he went down. It was as if there were an invisible underground entrance ahead. He walked so ordinary towards it, stepping on unseen stairs, disappearing step by step.

But pedestrians came and went as they pleased, as if no one had noticed.

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This world has many layers, and many people only live on the surface their whole lives.

In the central dungeon, one could always hear the sound of dripping. It echoed with a relentless, almost constant frequency, reminding everyone of the passage of time.

But you cannot glean time from these voices; it has long been obscured by the pain of endless night.

It tells you that time is passing, but it doesn't tell you how much has passed. Too many prisoners of will collapse in this drip sound.

On the pitch-black ceiling, there was a narrow well opening, framed by runes of metal, as if imprisoning something. The sunlight falling through it also formed a "well" on the ground.

The building stopped just before the "well" character.

"Taiyuan Zhenren!"

The white-haired Sangxian Shou, carrying a clean and small wooden box, walked out of the shadows, gradually becoming clear. Standing opposite the "well," as if separated by water, he greeted warmly.

“As you can see,” Lou Yue spread his hands. “I didn’t bring Qin Guang Wang back. We also couldn’t bring back the information in his head.”

“You must have your reasons,” Sang Xian Shou said with a light smile.

"As the trailblazing true person of the curse, he does possess some unique abilities. Once deprived of the ability to resist, he will immediately self-destruct, and once dead, he will become an eternal curse." Lou Yue stated emotionlessly: "He treats death with perfect tranquility, perhaps there's a contingency plan within it. I cannot confirm if this curse will have a lasting impact on Jing Guo. I don't have enough understanding of curses; there are no precedents before."

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"But you didn't bring the person back to observe slowly," Sang Xian Shou asked. "Was it a Divine Hero or a Saint who made the move"

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The man looked at him: "Is it that obvious"

Sang Xian Shou said, "You have already prepared to face the one true path, King Jin has returned to the mortal world and is ready to make a move...There must have been something unexpected that happened. Looking at the entire world, besides the Equal Nation, who else would dare to stand in our Jing Guo's way on this matter"

King Ji Xuan of Jin, also known as the True Monarch of the Great Jing Empire, resided outside the world for years, cultivating his boundless power. This time, Lou Yue personally went to capture Yin Guan because he was ready for a true Taoist intervention. Since Ji Yan Yue's death, it had become clear that the information provided originated from the true Taoist sect.

This time, Lou Yue personally went after the thieves. Prince Jin could intervene at any moment, and Jing Ting would also closely monitor the movements of the True Ones. Once a strong individual showed themselves, they absolutely couldn't be allowed to hide anymore.

"Why not King Zhao" Lou Yue asked.

Sangshen Shou smiled. "Is King Zhao busy wiping his behind right now The night watchman from Qi and our Mirror World Stage have shared some clues, it seems we're about to follow the vines..."

"I don't know if the one hidden in the shadows is a divine man or a martial arts expert. Exposing Prince Jin's whereabouts might not yield any gains, and it would be a loss. "Lou Yue said, "If Qian Chou comes to rescue them, I will let them go."

Sānxiān shòu was a little surprised: “Qianchǒu dares to save people in your hands”

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Lou sighed, "This person isn't simple."

“It aroused my interest in research,” Sang Xian Shou’s voice turned cold. “These rats in the ditch, each one better at hiding than the last. They sniff out a whiff of blood and swarm out like ants.”

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The tower did not say yes or no: “What’s going on your end”

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“Hell's Gate is a straightforward and simple killer organization with nothing much to say about it. King Qin Guang doesn't trust anyone and maintains single-line connections with everyone. Their only connection to the Jing Nation is King Qin Guang's hatred for it, which he has never concealed.” Sang Xian Shou said calmly, “As for the Zhenshen Dao side, the Central Heavenly Prison has cleared an entire line of connections, but unfortunately, no major fish were caught... This is a tumor hidden in the roots of the Taoist meridian. We can't make big moves."

“What are your thoughts, Your Majesty” Lou Yue asked.

“The heart of the emperor, how can I possibly fathom it” Sang Xian Shou said, “But this old man thinks that Your Majesty is also not too willing to tolerate it.”

“One emperor has the business of one emperor. The Taizu founded the country and established a hegemonic career; Emperor Wen centralized power and convened alliances with feudal lords. The current emperor often compares himself to the Taizu, which is a true unwillingness to leave a single true path for a hundred years later.” Lou Yue sighed: “It’s a pity that Shenxiao is imminent, now is not a good time.”

They were all direct descendants of the imperial family, so they spoke without any restraint. Outside, the word "Yizhen" couldn't be casually mentioned.

Sang Xian Shou Yin said, "This is probably also the reason why they dare to attack Ji Yan Yue. They act recklessly, while we are cautious."

Lou looked silently at the dome for a while, without speaking.

The transparent "well" at the top of the dome doesn't lead to the sky outside the capital city.

"I heard there's been a little problem there" Lou asked.

"It was over two months ago," Sang Xian Shou said. "Time has passed, and the seal is a little loose. Several Taoists in the capital have come to inspect it, but they found no problems."

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Lou raised an eyebrow: "When did that battle in Dongcheng occur"

“It’s about a few days, ” Sang Xian shou said a little embarrassedly: “You know, time there isn’t very accurate.”

He looked at Lou Jue: "You suspect..."

"Jiang Wang didn't seem suspicious at all. We all know why he killed Jingtian's six friends. Besides, if there was anything fishy about the Mirror World Stage... it would have been found out long ago." Lou Yue said: "But that day, when masters from all factions gathered at Dongcheng Huiwu, under the gaze of the entire world, I worry someone might take advantage of the situation to make some small moves."

The number one expert of the Central Domain looked again at the “well” character: “Tomorrow, I will ask King Jin to come and take another look.”

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"That's fine," Sang Xian Shou said, "Being cautious isn't a bad thing."

Lou waved his hand and said, "I'm leaving!"

His form transformed into a swirling void, fading away with concealed radiance.

Sang Xian Shou stood quietly for a while, then walked into the shadows too.

In the shadow, Wu Guan Wang's voice rang out: "Sang Gong! You've come to see me again!"

"Come on, come on! Why bring a gift You're overdoing it!"

"How's that scoundrel Qin Guang Wang doing Has he been caught yet I worry day and night, fearing he might affect your mood."

“I will never coexist with the hellish forces! Don't believe me Let me out and see how I handle those remnants.”

The coroner king's voice rang out, one after another, and finally rose to a startling peak: "If you don't reject me, I am willing to call you father, and in the future, I will serve you with all my filial piety!"

Sang Xian Shou ‘hehehehe’ laughed: “You can’t even control your own father, how could you possibly control me”

"Father, you're different!" The Wǔguānwáng’s voice said: "That I had no choice! You are the one I chose myself! Which is lighter and which is heavier, it's clear at a glance!"

For a moment, only the sound of Sangxian Shou's laughter reached here.

Soon, the screams of Officer Wang also rang out.

And the "well" pattern cast by the sunlight on the ground gradually faded.

Just as it was about to vanish completely, two fleeting kanji characters appeared in the center of the well.

The word is--

"Fēngchán".

Fade with the light.

A beam of sunlight shone down, directly hitting the pennants fluttering above Chóu Lóng Dù.

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Because it was sunlight intentionally brought down, it was exceptionally brilliant and dazzling, allowing the long line of characters on the banner to be clearly seen by those facing it.

The flag banners read —

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“The shrinking head of the mythical Qilin, dare to fight against Jiang Wang alone!”

Then he raised the second pennant.

The pennants read —

“Lei Yi’s wings are broken A mouse with the heart of a tiger, come and test my sword!”

After a while, another flagpole was erected high.

On the banner it read——

"Little Sparrow, a dream of him, shrunk in the iron cage. Asked what he feared, he said: 'I fear seeing the first blade here!'"

Three poles with flags were raised high, very conspicuous.

The human side was all smiles and laughter. There was even a small squad chanting the words on the banners, challenging Master Jiang to battle, each one proud to be part of it.

The demon army on the other side couldn't help but feel anger and hatred, but the main force remained silent, their camp tightly sealed, and they never responded.

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On deck, Gan Chang'an exclaimed in astonishment, "Where did you learn these words!"

"It's probably because I've been around scholars too much, absorbing their influence," Jiang Wang placed his sword on his knee and gazed quietly for a moment before sighing. "It seems they're determined not to show themselves, unwilling even to fight with words."

“These are just ordinary demons, not a match for you!” Gan Chang’an watched the excitement unfold, offering his analysis: “These guys are all focused on leading troops; they wouldn't engage in unprofitable deals – the strongest true demons are probably all trying to break through to the Heavenly Demon realm.”

"Then I'll be going."

"Where to" asked Gan Chang'an.

Jiang Wangyun calmly got up: "A single demonic cultivator isn't enough to kill. I'll go and join the ranks of true demons and Asuras first."

Gan Chang'an looked at him with envy: "You said that really well!"

Jiang Wang leaped into the air, soaring above the Chougong Bridge. His long hair was casually tied back with a ribbon, his blue hunting clothes billowing like flags. His slender and powerful hands gripped the world-renowned saber, its blade gleaming fiercely in the sunlight.

He looked down condescendingly at the opposing fleet of warships and the hundreds of thousands of demon troops arrayed across from him. He raised his sword, letting out a long, piercing shout: “You demons always boast about your heavenly mandate, always priding yourselves on being superior to those in the same realm! Now, Jiang Wangnian is merely thirty years old, thin and weak, yet by chance he has attained true strength. He wields his sword to challenge the demon race, but I see no one on your side who has achieved true strength – does the demon world truly have such a realm!”

On such a vast and lonely river crossing, only this sound could be heard.

He repeated the final question three times.

And then he burst into laughter and strode away.

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