"I need one person, soone with enough weight, to stir up this stagnant water from within, to unify those fearful forces, and ultimately guide them to gather together for what is called a final battle with ."
"And this person, Yun Tianji, is most suitable. He hates you to the core. By offering your head, it serves as a pledge, greatly gaining his trust, making him believe that I share his goals, thus willingly being used by to bring about that battle I need."
Before Sun-Eroding Cry could recover his senses, Chu Zheng spoke again, his tone slightly softened:
"Of course, Martial Ancestor, you need not worry about your life. With Yun Tianji’s current ans and cultivation, he is simply unable to truly annihilate you, at most he can use the foundation of the Immortal Court to suppress and seal you. Afterwards, when the situation stabilizes, I will find an opportunity to release you, allowing you to return to the Martial Path."
"At the sa ti, I also need to take this opportunity to consolidate and cleanse the Vast Universe, removing so of the Ancient Ancestors. The issue of your fall, Martial Ancestor, will surely cause great turmoil and chaos, which will create an opportunity for to deal with so targets."
Sun-Eroding Cry remained silent, his expression fluctuating, Chu Zheng’s plan was quite astonishing.
Feigning death to escape, using himself as bait to trigger upheaval and cleanse the Ancient Ancestors, all involved significant risks, especially for him.
After a long while, a resolute light flashed in Sun-Eroding Cry’s eyes, and he finally nodded slowly, his voice low: "I will agree to this matter."
But he also put forward a condition, looking at Chu Zheng with a burning gaze: "I can give up my Heavenly Fate, but it cannot go to Yun Tianji, nor can it be scattered to the world. You must find a way to leave it for Jun Huang."
Jun Huang is his only personal disciple. His talent, temperant, and perseverance are among the best choices, and he is loyal and ritorious to the Martial Pavilion.
Now stuck in the Martial Emperor Perfection Realm, unable to break through, the greatest barrier is the lack of Heavenly Fate.
This is the last fortune he can strive for as a master for his disciple.
"Okay." Chu Zheng imdiately agreed without any hesitation.
The presence of Jun Huang is also a crucial elent for the future, and he must beco Chengzu.
With the plan set, the two discussed many details thoroughly, such as how to feign death and seclude from the world, and how to ensure the smoothness of the Heavenly Fate’s stripping and transfer.
After the discussion, Sun-Eroding Cry did not stay any longer, his silhouette turned into a stream of light and left this Law Palace.
He went straight to find Jun Huang, who was stationed at the Martial Pavilion’s front line, handling various affairs.
Shortly after, in a void fortress where the flas of war had just subsided and broken stars were everywhere, Sun-Eroding Cry saw his road-worn disciple.
He dismissed those around him and set up an isolating barrier.
Looking at the fatigue that Jun Huang could hardly conceal between his brows, Sun-Eroding Cry sighed softly:
"These years have been hard on you."
In recent years, the Martial Pavilion has been fighting everywhere, expanding territories, and dealing with pressures from all sides. As one of the iconic figures of the Martial Pavilion, Jun Huang has always fought on the front lines, countless tis fighting bloodily to stabilize the war situation, and the various wounds of his path have yet to heal.
His bravery is recognized by everyone in the Martial Pavilion, and among many martial cultivators, his prestige is unparalleled.
All of this, Sun-Eroding Cry saw with his own eyes, and couldn’t help but feel relieved.
Jun Huang shook his head slightly, his expression calm, without a trace of pride: "It is my duty to serve the Martial Pavilion, there is no talk of hardship."
He was silent for a mont, but could not help but finally ask the question that had been repressed in his heart for a long ti, his voice low:
"I just don’t understand... Snow Qing Martial Ancestor indeed innovated, contributing to the Martial Path, but is such rit truly worth half of Heaven’s Fortune?"
This has long been a thorn in his heart.
How precious is Heavenly Fate, it concerns the path of the future, concerns the tribe’s fate, and although Snow Qing’s rits are great, directly granting half of Heaven’s Fortune is truly shocking and hard to accept among the people.
Sun-Eroding Cry understood upon seeing the hint of confusion and even a trace of dissatisfaction in his disciple’s eyes.
He shook his head slightly, his gaze drifting to the endless starry sky outside the fortress, speaking earnestly:
"Don’t worry, and don’t question, what Snow Qing has, you will eventually have as well, and it will not be long, everything has been arranged."
His words seed to have deeper aning, but Jun Huang could not fully grasp them.
Seeing his master unwilling to say more, Jun Huang asked no more questions, agreeing respectfully:
"I understand, Master."
Sun-Eroding Cry took a deep look at Jun Huang, as if to rember his appearance, and waved his hand:
"Go, cultivate well, stabilize your realm. In the future, the Martial Pavilion will need you to bear more."
Although Jun Huang felt that his master was sowhat unusual today, he didn’t think much of it, saluted, and took his leave.
Watching the departing figure of his disciple, Sun-Eroding Cry stood in place for a long ti in silence before turning into a stream of light and leaving.
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anwhile, within another tranquil cave dwelling in the Martial Pavilion Ancestral Land.
The deduction and perfection of the path of teaching has unexpectedly gone very smoothly.
Xue Qing erged from seclusion after just over a decade.
The aura around her beca more harmonious and profound, clearly reaching a new level in her understanding of the Martial Path’s essence.
However, after coming out of seclusion, she felt a vague emptiness.
The wars of the Great Universe had temporarily ceased due to the unity of ancient ancestors and the deterrence of Blood Tea, appearing much calr.
Chu Zheng was in seclusion, fully refining the newly acquired ten percent of Heaven’s Fortune, and did not et outsiders.
Sun-Eroding Cry also seed busy with important matters.
For a mont, as a newly minted Martial Ancestor, she actually felt sowhat at a loss.
She stepped out of the grand hall, and her gaze involuntarily fell upon the two lonely graves in front of the hall.
There lay her deceased disciples, an irreparable regret on her long path.
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