Qianlong was stabilizing his aura. Having just ascended through the light screen as a demon, his body was still adapting to its new power.
Another half hour passed before Qianlong slowly opened his eyes. His gaze fell on Lin Taichu, without surprise, as though he had long since sensed his arrival.
"You came looking for me?" Qianlong's voice was still deep and heavy, only now it carried a faint trace of Yin Energy, slightly different from his previous aura.
Lin Taichu nodded, his tone calm. "Senior, there is something I do not understand. I have come to ask for guidance."
Qianlong raised a hand, gesturing for him to sit on a nearby stone, then slowly said, "What do you want to ask? The rules of Chaotian Gate, or why you did not ascend as an Angel or a demon?"
"Both," Lin Taichu said, sitting down and speaking frankly.
"I passed through the light screen, yet did not become an Angel or a demon. This seems to have never happened before in Chaotian Gate."
"And the Angels and Demons here coexist with unusual peace, completely different from the outside world. I want to know the rules here, and I also want to hear your story, Senior."
"Senior, you clearly had the ability to ascend to the Heavenly Realm. Why did you destroy your own opportunity, reenter Chaotian Gate, and ultimately choose to fall into Hell?"
Qianlong was silent for a moment. His gaze turned toward the depths of the valley, and he slowly began to speak, recounting his past.
He had not been born strong. At first, he was only an ordinary cultivator in the human world. For the sake of ascension, he had endured a thousand hardships and ten thousand trials, traveled through many realms, and sought opportunities.
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