Chapter 557 – In Front of Multitudes, the Peak is Lonely (1/2)

Chapter 557 - In Front of Multitudes, the Peak is Lonely

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

'Mount Han' was this line of unbroken mountain peaks, and it was also used to refer to the highest and most solitary peak.

Chen Changsheng raised the curtain and gazed at the lonely peak in silence, comparing it to the solitary peak behind Xining Village, but he could not determine which was higher.

He was familiar with the solitary peak in the middle of the Cloud Grave and knew that it occupied a vast amount of space, but he never knew how tall it was because it was always obscured by the clouds.

Suddenly, he began to miss the old temple outside Xining Village, to miss his teacher and senior.

Before entering Mount Han, there was a small village. It was said that this place was the final place ordinary people could permanently reside.

Perhaps because cultivators would travel to the Heaven Lake year-round, the village was not at all desolate. It was actually rather lively, home to some two thousand people.

Unlike the commoners of other places, the inhabitants of the small village were clearly informed on the Boiling Stone Summit. Upon seeing the convoy from the Li Palace and the Orthodoxy cavalry, they respectfully and solemnly yielded the way. They were under the care and jurisdiction of the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets, but they were also believers of the Orthodoxy and did not dare to show the slightest disrespect.

Somewhat surprisingly, the convoy stopped outside the small village.

After a moment, Chen Changsheng heard Mao Qiuyu's voice, ”The people of the village heard that you were also in the convoy. They wish to see you.”

Chen Changsheng was a little taken aback. He didn't think about it too much, thinking that if they wanted to see him, then he would go. He stood and prepared to exit the carriage but was stopped by Tang Thirty-Six.

You're prepared to go out just like this?” Tang Thirty-Six asked him.

Zhexiu looked at Chen Changsheng and also shook his head.

”What's wrong with how I am now?” Chen Changsheng said as he examined himself. Because of the long journey, he wore the most comfortable cotton school uniform of the Orthodox Academy. Given how long he had spent sitting, it had inevitably become somewhat wrinkled, but it was still very clean. He didn't feel that anything about his clothes was improper.

Tang Thirty-Six took out a brand-new set of clothes and threw it over, saying, ”For this occasion, you should be somewhat more serious, because they're all very serious.”

Chen Changsheng took the clothes and realized it was a Daoist robe that the Li Palace had sent over in the spring.

This Daoist robe was made with the finest materials and tailored meticulously. Most importantly, woven upon it was a complex design signifying his status.

He was currently not the Pope, so he could not wear the Divine Robe. This Daoist robe was special, representing his status as the future Pope.

The reason Linghai Zhiwang refused to show himself the entire journey was probably that he did not wish to see Chen Changsheng wearing this Daoist robe.

No one had imagined that Chen Changsheng had not worn it even once.

He put on the brand-new Daoist robe and, with Tang Thirty-Six's assistance, tidied up all the details. As all this was going on, Chen Changsheng's expression was becoming increasingly conscientious.

Tang Thirty-Six had spoken correctly. Those people waiting to see him were all very serious and solemn, so he really should be more solemn and serious.

”Is it okay?”

After he finished putting on the Daoist robe, he asked Tang Thirty-Six and Zhexiu.

Zhexiu nodded while Tang Thirty-Six noted, ”You've still forgotten the most important thing.”

Chen Changsheng's hand fell upon his sword hilt then slowly departed.

A wooden staff exuding a faint divine aura appeared in his hands.

”I'm going,” he said to Tang Thirty-Six and Zhexiu.

Holding the Divine Staff, he stepped firmly out of the carriage.

The world outside instantly grew quiet. In the distance, the cry of a young eagle could be heard from the distant snowy peaks of Mount Han.

A tide of innumerable believers, a dense mass of people, kneeled down in worship.

The several hundred Orthodoxy cavalry also kneeled down.

Wearing a Daoist robe, the Divine Staff in his hands, Chen Changsheng stood before the tide, his young face somewhat nervous.

He did not know how he should address this sort of scene.

He strenuously recalled all those important figures he had met: the Pope, Su Li, and the Holy Maiden.

Finally, he thought of Xu Yourong and his nervousness gradually faded, transforming into calm and sincere gratitude.

As he gazed at the pious masses paying him respect, he used his calmest voice to say, ”May the Sacred Light be with all of you.”

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”****, just where did he learn those words from? Really…I can't laugh at him this time.”

Tang Thirty-Six had used his finger to raise the curtain a little and was viewing the scene outside in shock.

Zhexiu did not descend from the carriage because he had no interest in these sorts of things.

Tang Thirty-Six did not descend from the carriage for another reason.

In this sort of situation, he wouldn't go out even if he were beaten to death, because once he appeared, he would also have to kneel down in respect to Chen Changsheng.

Last year when the Pope affirmed Chen Changsheng's status, Tang Thirty-Six had called an emergency meeting in the Orthodox Academy. In this meeting, he explicitly stated that if there was no way around kneeling down and worshipping Chen Changsheng outside, then once they returned to the Orthodox Academy, Chen Changsheng would have to return a kneel to Tang Thirty-Six.

Zhexiu clearly understood why Tang Thirty-Six did not leave the carriage, but he was rather confused as to why he didn't mock and ridicule Chen Changsheng like normal.

Tang Thirty-Six gazed out the window at the scene, very calm and very satisfied, seeming to be thinking about something.