Chapter 627 – Mother and Son (I) (2/2)
Yu Ren tidied up the lunchbox and leaned against the Heavenly Tome Monolith, looking out.
This place was already high up in the Mausoleum of Books. After his eyes pierced through the thin curtain of rain, he could see the lights of the capital.
Perhaps because it was too late at night, the lanterns of many houses were already extinguished, making the capital seem rather gloomy.
Yu Ren once more felt concerned over Chen Changsheng.
He believed that his master could assuredly resolve any problems his junior brother encountered, but what about his illness?
Suddenly, he sensed something and turned to a certain place in the darkness. He slightly creased his brow, not understanding what this feeling was.
There were no stars at that place, but a high platform.
The Dew Platform.
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There was a person on the Dew Platform.
The Tianhai Divine Empress clasped her hands behind her and stood on the edge of the platform, quietly gazing into the night sky.
Tonight, many clouds suddenly drifted over the capital, seeming like an even deeper darkness. It was naturally not possible to see the stars.
But that darkness and those clouds could not obstruct her eyes.
Just like how the light emitted by the Night Pearls and the drizzle descending from the sky could not stain her body.
Her beautiful face had a somewhat solemn expression because she could clearly sense that the Heavenly Dao had changed.
Was that fate?
Her Fated Star was high up in the distant sky, a faint shadow cast over it.
Perhaps because her other Fated Star was now in the capital.
This was the baneful star upon her fate.
What should she do?
Wave her sleeve to obscure that star's light?
But what use would that be?
If she really did do this, in the future, it would be very difficult to truly obtain victory over the Heavenly Dao.
But if she did not do this, could she obtain victory over the Heavenly Dao right now?
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Chen Changsheng knew that his time was growing short.
This time, it truly was growing short.
In order to kill Zhou Tong, he had paid dearly. His blood was at this very moment flowing into his internal organs, his meridians fractured into utter chaos. The layer of Sacred Light Xu Yourong had cast over his body was growing thinner and thinner, fainter and fainter. At any moment, he might send off to the world's beings a fantastic temptation, and at that moment, he might die.
How much time was left? One day or two days? One song or one cup of tea?
He had no second thoughts. Rising from the bed, he took out the Yellow Paper Umbrella and jumped out of the window.
Tang Thirty-Six, Zhexiu and the others had not slept. They were standing guard outside his room and in the trees, but they could not prevent him from leaving. Even if Zhexiu in the great banyan tree had sensed him leaving, he probably would have granted him his final freedom. As a wolf youth that had grown up in the desolate and bloody snowy plains, he knew that death should be a tranquil affair.
The drizzling rain landed upon the Yellow Paper Umbrella without a sound, a gentle and humid rain.
He propped up the umbrella and entered the dense forest by the lake, and then doubled back. It didn't take too long before he reached the outer wall.
Deep within the dense forest was a door that led directly to the Imperial Palace.
On this wall was a door that Luoluo had her subordinates construct.
However, he did not use either of these doors because he could not guarantee that the people within the Imperial Palace or the people sent by his martial uncle the Pope were not standing guard by these doors.
He glanced at the old walls completely covered in moss and lightly jumped over.
After this year's spring winds and autumn rains, the Hundred Herb Garden that had once been completely plundered by him and Tang Thirty-Six was now brimming with life once more. Many precious medicinal herbs and spirit fruits quietly watched him from their orchards and branches, waiting for him to pick them. However, he displayed a single-minded focus and ventured further in.
His final destination was the Imperial Palace.
He wanted to confirm Xu Yourong's safety.
He wanted to meet the Tianhai Divine Empress, to ask her a few things. He wanted to ask her if those things were true, if she really was his mother, and then…and then it would be enough.
He still had Su Li's letter in his bosom, five Heavenly Tome Monoliths as stone pearls on his wrist, and the Garden of Zhou.
But he was not prepared to do anything in the Imperial Palace, it truly was enough. What schemes, what general situation, what righteous cause, what war between the humans and demons? To someone about to die like him, what importance did these hold? And just who would be so heartless to ask him to do anything more at this time?
He just wanted to know a few things, and then he would quietly depart.
No person could decide how they would come to this world, but when leaving, anyone would hope to be clear-minded.
Many people had said these words before, as had he, so he should do it.
But he did not enter the Imperial Palace.
Because deep within the forest of the Hundred Herb Garden, he saw a scene he had once seen before.
There was a stone table in the forest. An iron teapot was placed on the table, with two teacups sitting next to it. Judging by the color of the tea in the cup, the tea brewed today was most likely white tea.
The person drinking the tea was still the middle-aged woman.
Seeing her calm expression, Chen Changsheng was somewhat surprised.