Standing atop the mountain were precisely a sliver of Chen Ping'an's mind and the Sword Bearer.
Earlier, they had journeyed beyond the heavens together, heading for a Secret Sword Forging Place.
The First Ancestor of the School of Military sneered. "Putting on airs at last—you finally look like a person."
It was both the greatest praise and the greatest mockery.
Chen Ping'an smiled. "A lifetime of pent-up spirit has brought us to this day; old friends along the path have withered away until so few remain. If not for you and those sword cultivators back then, trying to seize the old Heavenly Court and part ways with the Three Teachings Patriarch, thus causing the first great schism in the mortal world, your Military Strategist school would have established its teaching long ago. You would not have ended up being Joint Slaying first, then imprisoned for ten thousand years. Looking back now, do you regret it?"
The First Ancestor of the School of Military strode up the mountain and mocked, "Your identity changed, so your tone changed too. That former self of yours, the Pure Martial Artist at the Limitless realm, would not have dared speak to me this way. Rain falls from the sky—ha! Rain goes up to the heavens. Aren't the Three Teachings Patriarch afraid that, given enough time, you'll be transformed by the Dao? That place in the sky cannot be broken. They can only surround it and trap it, sitting across from Zhou Mi and those new gods for ten thousand years, each side staring at the other until their eyes go dry. Then another one appears in the mortal world—wouldn't that be a complete mess?"
Zhou Mi ascended to the heavens, while Chen Ping'an remained on the earth, each occupying half.
Of course, this did not