Chapter Fifty-Nine: Only Time Knows Me, Only Time Blames Me

Yang Wuyue carried the weak body of Ye Hongyu, struggling to walk over the scattered stones on the ground. Each step was steady, as if this chaotic battlefield of obstacles was just like the broad road of Kuangzhuang.
Finally, the four of them arrived at the center of the lake, where there stood a massive stone door in front of the mountain. This stone door was enormous; looking up from below, it seemed almost like a small mountain. In a sense, the entire mountain was the door, and the entire door was the mountain.
Because of its enormity, this is the mountain gate of the Demon Sect.
"Let's take a break! If you don't come down soon, I might just leave you behind." Yang Wuyue knew that Ye Hongyu had already awakened but was just pretending to be asleep. He had fed her a precious Yuan Ying Dan, and if she still hadn't replenished her energy, that would be strange.
Ye Hongyu knew she could no longer keep up the facade, so she struggled down and rested against a pile of scattered rocks. She had an elder brother who traveled the world as a disciple of the Zhiguo Temple. Unfortunately, Ye Qing, who had become enlightened about life and death, no longer saw his younger sister in his eyes. She longed to be like an ordinary little girl, leaning on her brother's broad shoulders, a desire so strong that, in just a moment, she unexpectedly developed a slight sense of dependence on this enemy.
Mo Shanshan watched the scene with mixed feelings in her heart: "Are you truly heartless?"
She was no longer the naive young girl she once was; how could she say such words in front of everyone?
Ning Que strangely said, "You really treat her as a lowly servant? Speaking of which, shouldn't we kill her to keep her quiet?"
Yang Wuyue glanced at him like he was an idiot and said, "When your cultivation is so strong that your mental power covers the entire world, there really isn't much that can be hidden from them, like Haotian, like the Master, like... the Observer!"
“So some secrets, for them, are not really secrets at all. Erasing someone? Who are you trying to silence?”
Ning Que smiled awkwardly: “Just kidding, but the gambling habits of the people from Xiling probably aren’t great. You treat her so well, she might just be thinking of how to kill you.”
Ye Hongyu said seriously, "You guessed it right, I'm just thinking about how to kill him."
"Dao Chi, my lady!" Mo Shanshan advised, "You two have no grudges against each other, and it's normal to spar and communicate. Why must you resort to fighting to the death as soon as you meet?"
Ye Hongyu looked at Yang Wuyue and said indifferently, "I seem to understand why you haven't entered the second floor of the academy. If you regret it now, it's not too late. I will not be your maid, but I can keep this secret for you, in my name, Ye Hongyu. However, once you take this step, no one will be able to save you."
Yang Wuyue smiled: "The three fools of the world are all clever girls. After so many years of blood and chaos, your insights should surpass that of Master Mo. Yet, you know that the life-and-death view of the Guardian is clearly one of transcending life and death. Why then are you afraid of death, or afraid of this heavens, or that deity?"
The Leaf Red Fish seemed reluctant to argue with him, merely turning her face coldly away: "You won't end well. Out of respect for having lost to you, I can still give you a grave. Perhaps right here."
“What are you talking about?” Ning Que was completely at a loss.
Mo Shanshan became increasingly certain of some of her guesses, but still couldn't believe that Yang Wuyue was just meditating to recover his thought power, taking a sip of Frost Wine to nourish the thought power he had expended.
The power of thought can manipulate the forces of heaven and earth, equivalent to casting magical spells; however, the rate of consumption far exceeds imagination. If using magical power, one could perform ten moves, but with thought power, only one move can be executed.
As night falls and stars twinkle, the Sky Realm has no moon; perhaps it once existed, but is now gone.
“It's time!” Yang Wuyue glanced over the crowd: “How is the recovery?”
Ye Hongyu stood up silently, while Mo Shanshan had already recovered. Ning Que also got up, taking all his chaotic belongings with him.
“Are we going in now? But we still don't know how to open the door!” Ning Que said helplessly, “Isn't it said that the Mountain Gate of the Demon Sect was created by the first generation of the High Priest of Light? Does Dao Chi girl have the key?”
Ye Hongyu didn't want to pay attention to him but looked at Yang Wuyue: "He does!"
Yang Wuyue slowly raised his palm, and the jade ring on his thumb emitted a faint glow.
“Boom!” With a sound that seemed to shake the mountains and move the earth, the enormous stone door swung open.
Before they could be astonished, Yang Wuyue had already waved his hand to whip up a gust of wind, sweeping away the dust. He stepped forward, and behind the stone door lay countless steps leading upward. A civilization lost in the dust slowly revealed itself before them.
The wind and snow have buried it for decades; the gates of the Demon Sect are long abandoned. Carving out such a vast space within this enormous mountain clearly requires superhuman strength. The mottled marks all showcase the former grandeur of this place.
On the massive stone wall, there are rough and ancient murals carved into it.
Each piece seems to narrate the evolution of an ancient civilization.
Yet Yang Wuyue understands that this reflects the questions posed by the first generation of the Light High Priest of the Dao Sect after the last Eternal Night. He brought people to the wilderness, began to preach, and started to rescue those trapped in the chill.
No one spoke; they were all in a strange shock. Even the curious Mo Shanshan remained silent. Although she knew that if she asked, that senior brother Yang would definitely give her an answer, she was afraid that the answer would be vastly different from contemporary beliefs, even intolerable to the world.
```htmlUntil the end, profound stone lines formed a circle and a semicircle. The mural stopped here abruptly, and in front of them was another stone door.
“Sun and Moon, they are light!” Yang Wuyue sighed softly, as if in emotion, astonishment, or regret. He slowly raised his palm, and the door before him was opened once again.```
As I entered, I was met with nothing but corpses, and the ground was littered with white bones; even the armor had become extremely fragile.
"This is the symbol of my Judgment Temple!" Ye Hongyu saw the glowing emblem on the weapon, identical to the one on her red dress.
“这些好像是天擎的苦修！”大河国与月轮国截然，距离瓦山烂柯也并不远，她甚至还跟着师傅去学习过，自然也认得出天擎苦修那些独特的装束。
“What exactly happened here?” Mo Shanshan was deeply shocked; the aftermath of this battle was simply horrifying. “How could so many people have died?”
“Who destroyed the Demon Sect?”
Yang Wuyue pointed at the huge stone monument in front of them: "It's him!"
"The blank stone tablet?" Ye Hongyu trembled slightly, as if confirming the legendary story. When they approached it, they too became part of the story.
Ning Que was vigilantly observing the surrounding movements and instinctively asked, "What is a wordless stele?"
Mo Shanshan, in a daze, replied, "The Bright Divine Official who betrayed Haotian and founded the Demon Sect once said, 'Those who know me and those who blame me, only time will tell.' Therefore, when he died, he requested that the stele bear no words, allowing the world to judge as it wills."