Chapter 639 – Crying Out at the Center of the World (1/2)
Chapter 639 – Crying Out at the Center of the World
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
”At the time, why did you run over?”
”Because I was afraid you would be injured by the falling flower pot.”
”Even though, at the time, you were deep in the dark palace and being discovered would bring great troubles on yourself?”
”I didn't have time to think.”
”Even though, at the time, you were in a hurry to get to Weiyang Palace and attend the Ivy Festival, take out the marriage contract, and destroy the Qiushan clan's marriage proposal?”
”I didn't think that far.”
”Three squirrels.”
”What?”
The peak of the Mausoleum of Books was shrouded in torrential rains.
Yet the sound of Chen Changsheng's conversation with the Tianhai Divine Empress was not drowned out by the rain.
He did not understand what she meant by those words. 'Three squirrels'?
The Tianhai Divine Empress watched the squirrel gradually vanish into the rain, remaining silent for a very long time.
The first time she met Chen Changsheng, there was a squirrel.
Just now at the Orthodox Academy, there was a squirrel.
And now, there was another squirrel.
When she saw the first squirrel, he was in a very troublesome situation, yet he disregarded everything to come and save someone.
When she saw the second squirrel, he was in a very dangerous situation, yet he only thought about requesting that she release Liu Qing and those Li Palace priests, completely abandoning all so-called stubbornness and pride.
When she saw the third squirrel, he was in a most despairing situation, on the verge of being killed by her, yet because she had said those words, he had very earnestly thanked her.
Just what sort of youth was this?
An extremely complex set of emotions appeared on the Tianhai Divine Empress's face. It was somewhat mocking, somewhat disdainful, somewhat angry, somewhat disgusted. Ultimately, it all transformed into apathy.
”Such softheartedness, you're actually quite similar to your father. How did I give birth to a useless son like you?”
After saying this, a tinge of apprehension flashed across her beautiful face and then quickly transformed into an unimaginably fiendish intent.
There were no words, no sign, not even a glance at him. She raised her right hand and slammed it down against the crown of his head.
In the pitch-black night, a lightning bolt seemed to trail behind her right hand as it descended like a mountain.
Countless cries of shock arose in the dark capital, each holding different emotions but all similarly stunned.
No person imagined that she would strike out like this.
Boom!
A clap of thunder seemed to boom out from the peak of the Mausoleum of Books.
Countless lightning bolts flashed and then crashed down upon the Mausoleum of Books.
The torrential rain poured down, the darkness like ink. Occasionally, it would be torn apart by a descending lightning bolt, revealing an indistinct scene.
The Tianhai Divine Empress stood, facing the violent storm.
Her right hand had fallen on Chen Changsheng's head.
A powerful and terrifying strength and a divine and masterly Qi almost simultaneously appeared in the world.
This strength originated from the Tianhai Divine Empress's body.
This Qi came from the Mausoleum of Books at her feet, and even from the entire world.
These were the world's most supreme strength and Qi, attracting countless phenomena, thunder booming in the frenzied winds and torrential rains.
This strength and Qi met in her body and then entered Chen Changsheng's body through her right hand.
The coming of a storm.
Instantly, the seventy-two shattered meridians in Chen Changsheng's body were crushed into powder, the three hundred and sixty-five Qi openings all destroyed. The deep wounds on the surface of his internal organs deepened and blood madly surged through his body.
The remaining star radiance still hiding in the niches of his meridians and the depths of his Qi openings was also incapable of hiding from this storm, all forced out.
Countless powder-like fragments of starlight emerged from the depths of his body onto his skin, penetrating through his soaked Daoist robe, emitting a pitiful and dull light.
No matter how fierce the rains, they still could not wash away that star radiance.
No matter how unbridled the winds, they could not drown out his cries of pain.
A moment later, his mind and will were crushed into powder by the storm. He could no longer endure and cried out in pain!
His cries pierced through the raging wind and rain, spreading throughout the entire Mausoleum of Books and then to even further places.
This cry was hoarse and torn, containing limitless pain. It was like a young beast calling out for help, invoking a feeling of absolute despair.
Everyone that heard his cries could feel his current emotions and situation. Friend or foe, they were all taken with the impulse to cry.
……
……
Yu Ren had been in the Mausoleum of Books this entire time.