After the Battle: A Review, and Qin Wangchuan Begins His Personal Dao Lecture

More than ten days after the battle ended, all the Prodigy had been resurrected or healed with the help of the Sacred Relic.

However, the Successor of the various Great Emperor clans did not leave.

The night was deep, and the ruins of the Nine Heavens Cloud Platform gleamed coldly in the moonlight.

The broken stone pillars lay askew in the ground, cracks spreading like a spider web, and lingering Spiritual Power fluctuations still lingered in the air, as if silently recounting that earth-shattering battle.

Chu Wujiu was the first to arrive.

He couldn't sit still after waking up.

The Battle Intent Furnace was still burning within him, his blood boiling, but it felt as if a huge rock was pressing down on his chest, making it hard for him to breathe.

Silently standing on the edge of the Cloud Platform, looking down at the spot where he stood—it was here that day that he was slain by the Taichu God-Burial Sword.

"Just a little bit more..." he murmured, his knuckles clenched so tightly they turned white.

"If I had practiced a little harder in my daily cultivation, if I had trained a little more, if that halberd strike had been more devastating..." As he spoke, Chu Wujiu slammed his fist into the ground, sending shards of stone flying and blood seeping from his knuckles.

Li Xuan was the second to arrive.

He saw Chu Wujiu's back from afar, and feeling guilty, he wanted to turn around and leave, but his feet walked over uncontrollably.

"You can't calm down either?" Li Xuan asked, his voice slightly hoarse.

Chu Wujiu didn't turn around, but simply nodded and asked, "Has the injury from the Sword Seals backlash healed?"

Li Xuan remained silent for a moment, his fingertips unconsciously tracing the sword marks around him, before suddenly slapping himself.

"It's all my fault!"

"I already learned my lesson once, and I knew he could use his Sword Intent to condense Heavenly Sword, how could I have forgotten!"

"If only I hadn't used the Sword Seals back then..."

"Phew..." Chu Wujiu let out a long breath, "It's not your fault."

"No matter what, he will use the Heavenly Sword to lure me into putting away my battle halberd."

The two exchanged a glance, and neither spoke.

Yun Zexuan was the third to arrive.

He held the broken Artifact Compass in his hand, its needle still trembling slightly, as if deducing another possibility.

"The deduction was correct..." he muttered to himself, "But I didn't deduce it far enough, and I didn't realize he also possessed a Supreme Dao Heart."

Chu Wujiu blamed himself, saying, "I was clearly the most powerful, yet I failed to uncover all of his secrets. It was my fault."

Yun Zexuan pondered for a moment:

"No matter what you do, he'll always have something to hide. Perhaps... we should have set up a trap from the start, with various forces restraining each other to force him to use all his tricks, instead of choosing a head-on confrontation."

Ye Lingchuan was the fourth to arrive, and Yan Wujin was the fifth.

Ye Lingchuan stood there listening for a long time before slowly speaking, "If you don't choose to confront them head-on, what Prodigy are you?"

The others laughed at this remark.

Yes.

They are all Prodigy talents.

Yan Wujin squatted on the ground. "Now I understand why you all consider him your rival."

"Just a little bit more..." Ye Lingchuan's voice was hoarse, "If I had another thirty breaths, I could have broken the seal."

"If you lift the restriction, we might actually be able to win," Li Xuan said with a wry smile.

He knew that the Ye Clan Immortal Burial Coffin.

Once the Immortal Physique emerges from within, Ye Lingchuan will be the first to die, but others won't escape either, including Qin Wangchuan.

"If you had had more Paper Figurine at that final moment, perhaps it would have worked!" Ye Lingchuan looked into the distance—

Zhao Lingyun walked slowly towards them, his face pale.

Although their limbs have been reattached, they are still very vulnerable during this period.

"I'm out! The Heavenly Talisman Seal of the Paper Figurine Branch has its limits!" Zhao Lingyun clenched his fist. "It's not strong enough. If one sheet is as strong as ten, then we can use even more Paper Figurine."

The six stood amidst the ruins. The night wind swept through, dispersing the smoke and dust, but it could not dispel the resentment in their hearts.

"We were so close..." Chu Wujiu finally spoke, his voice low, "But the facts are undeniable."

"Even if the Immortal Coffin is opened, the only outcome will be mutual destruction."

"Although we defeated him, it doesn't count as a victory."

"Our teamwork wasn't good enough. Next time... we have to win!"

Only after engaging in combat did they realize that Qin Wangchuan, that monster, was not someone that one person could handle alone.

Cooperate?

At first, there was no intention to cooperate; in fact, most people were thinking about getting to fight everyone.

They just wanted to eliminate Qin Wangchuan first.

Unexpectedly, it turned into a group battle against a boss, and we still haven't won!

They each recalled the details of that battle—

First, I felt resentful, but even more so, I felt anticipation!

How exciting it would be to face him again!

Just then, a flippant whistle came from afar.

"Hey, what's with you guys having a memorial service in the middle of the night?" Zhou Yunyi strolled over slowly, his hands tucked into his sleeves.

He appeared nonchalant, but the gloom in his eyes was impossible to hide.

"Looks like you're here to review the situation too," Chu Wujiu smiled.

"Debriefing? No... just taking a walk."

"Just taking a casual stroll?" Everyone laughed; they were all in the same boat.

However, they were wrong; Zhou Yunyi was indeed just taking a casual stroll.

"What, you've booked the whole place?"

Li Xuan stared at his pale hands for a moment. "Your hands..."

"It's working." Zhou Yunyi glanced down at it. "It's just a little strange."

He kicked at the pebbles at his feet and said casually, "You guys continue, don't worry about me."

Zhou Yunyi took a step forward, looked up at the ruins, thought for a moment, and then stepped back.

He cursed in frustration:

"Grass!"

"I finally put in the effort, how could he have beaten me so easily?!"

Damn it... I already gave it my all.

I finally got serious this once, I finally wanted to prove I was no worse than anyone else, and then...

"That last sword strike was too fast..." Zhou Yunyi murmured softly, as if talking to himself, "But if it happened again, I would definitely be able to dodge it!"

He was stunned as soon as he said it.

He didn't want to come, he didn't want to admit that he cared... but in the end, he was still unwilling to give up.

The group watched him in silence, none of them saying a word.

The night deepened, and the moonlight shone on the seven men, reflecting the resentment, regret, and—the determination—that they would never lose again next time.

Just then, Ji Wuchen arrived.

"What are you all doing here? Are you waiting like me to go listen to the sermon early tomorrow morning?"

"Hear the sermon?"

All eyes turned to him, and Ji Wuchen continued:

"That's right, Qin Wangchuan is here to spread his teachings, isn't that why you came?"

The group exchanged glances, completely unaware of this.

That's right.

Although the Heavenly Road Dao Discussion has ended, Qin Wangchuan's promise to spread the Dao has only just begun.

Early the next morning.

Qin Wangchuan borrowed a piece of land from the State Lord of Dayan and began spreading his teachings to the Ji Clan.

As dawn broke and everyone was preparing,

Xu Qing knelt heavily at Qin Wangchuan's feet. "Young Master great kindness, young master..."

They had brought out his body earlier, and they should have been preparing for his funeral.

However, Qin Wangchuan casually bestowed upon him a Sacred Medicine, which revived him.

This small act was a life-saving grace for Xu Qing.

Although my father's cultivation level dropped considerably after he awoke, the fact that he was still alive was an immense blessing.

Qin Wangchuan lowered his eyes to look at him, and lightly raised his fingertips. "Get up, and listen carefully to the teachings today."

"Maybe I can learn something from it."

After all, this is a character on the Protagonist panel, so calling him over was just a convenient thing to do.

This is a small indoor discussion Dojo.

A circular Dao Platform paved with jade sits in the center of a spacious square, its surface covered with ancient runes that gleam softly in the sunlight.

The Dao Platform is surrounded by a nine-tiered stone base, extending outwards from low to high, large enough to accommodate tens of thousands of people.

The innermost circle of seats, no more than three zhang (approximately 10 meters) from the Dao Platform, was reserved for the Prodigy of various noble Aristocratic Clan, and was already full.

The defeated opponents from before, Chu Wujiu and the others, naturally took their seats.

Also included were Li Qingluan, the Holy Maiden of the Mystic Sound Immortal Pavilion, Luo Lingxi, Su Yingxue, Ye Jianwei, and the Qin Clan.

Further out were the elders and accompanying cultivators from various families, their expressions either solemn or thoughtful.

The outermost perimeter was crowded with Rogue Cultivator who had come after hearing the news, standing on tiptoe to peer out, afraid of missing a single word.

Qin Wangchuan sat alone in the Dao Platform. The morning breeze ruffled his Dragon-Patterned Black Robe, and the True Dragon that lay dormant on it moved with his breath, exuding a terrifying aura.

He glanced at everyone and slowly began to speak:

"Today—" The young man's clear, cold voice echoed within the Dojo, its soft tone causing tens of thousands to hold their breath instantly, "I claim to be spreading the Dao, but in truth, I have not attained enlightenment, have no Dao to impart, and have not even created any techniques of my own."

"I do possess an Extreme Dao Sacred Technique that belongs exclusively to me, but I can't pass it on even if I wanted to."

"So..."

With a light tap of his fingertip, Qin Wangchuan conjured an ancient book gleaming with golden light, which slowly unfurled in the void.

As the pages turned, countless sword shadows could be vaguely seen flowing by.

"I will now impart to you a Qin Clan Secret Technique."

"Its name is --<The Taichu God-Burial Sword>".