Chapter 641 – Ten Thousand Li Away in the Span of Several Breaths (1/2)
Chapter 641 – Ten Thousand Li Away in the Span of Several Breaths
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
What did this flat plain mean? Could it mean that all his severed and blocked meridians were already repaired?
Chen Changsheng stared in shock at the scene before him.
Countless great rivers flowed freely across the plain, irrigating the rice paddies on both their banks.
Many lakes were dotted sporadically across this plain, both big and small.
Clear and elegant mountains and rivers, beautiful sights, myriad scenes, were currently in his body.
It turned out that this was what normal meridians looked like.
It turned out that this was what perfect Qi openings looked like.
It turned out that true Qi flowing through the meridians should have been this smooth and unhindered, not the slow and congealed flow that he had always felt in the past.
Chen Changsheng stared in amazement. Before he even had time to feel joy, he became sentimental.
Yes, he was still alive, and now it seemed that he would live even better than he had in the past.
His illness…seemed to truly be cured.
There was no more curse.
Fate had been knocked to the ground.
Although he was still in Meditative Introspection, he could sense that his body had become much lighter, as if it had shed countless burdens.
On the horizon before him, that shadow that had been his constant companion for seven years was no more, only beautiful mountains and rivers, infinite light!
He opened his eyes.
And saw her figure.
She held her hands behind her back as she stood on the edge of the Divine Path, gazing into the night sky, her clothes somewhat damp.
In the distant night, one final extremely thick lightning bolt crashed down, illuminating all of the Mausoleum of Books, and also making her figure seem abnormally lofty and tall in the light.
He did not know what to say.
Besides 'thank you'.
The Tianhai Divine Empress responded with 'you're welcome', as if what she had done was a trivial task she had casually undertaken.
But why did she do it?
”We saved you, not because you are Our son, nor because of those three squirrels, but because We did not like your appearance.”
”Then why did my lady want to save me?”
”We are Our will, you are Our son, so you are the existence of Our will.”
”I don't understand.”
The Tianhai Divine Empress did not give an explicit explanation. Everything she did had never required an explanation, even if the target was him.
”We once heard you say that your incurable illness was fate.”
Chen Changsheng fell silent. He truly had said these words, to Xu Yourong, to the Black Dragon, to himself; he had said them many times.
”Even if this is truly your fate, We will not permit you to die, so you will not be able to die.”
The Tianhai Divine Empress declared.
At Mount Han, Xu Yourong had said that she would not permit him to die.
Under New North Bridge, the little Black Dragon had also said that she would not permit him to die.
But the feeling given off when the Divine Empress said these words was naturally vastly different.
Because when she said it, she could do it.
Even if her opponent was called fate.
”We believe in this thing called fate, but We have never respected it.”
The Tianhai Divine Empress gazed up at the starry sky and expressionlessly continued, ”Since it is about defying the heavens and changing fate, fate naturally cannot be respected, only used.”
Chen Changsheng recalled the first words written in Wang Zhice's notebook.
They were both truly extraordinary people. Although their stances towards fate were somewhat different, they were, in essence, the same.
Now, the wind had ceased and the rain rested, the clouds gradually dispersing to reveal the true appearance of the countless stars, yet it was still a mystery what the fate that hid behind them looked like.
The Divine Empress gazed into the starry sky as she spoke, ”The Heavenly Dao wants you to die, then We want you to live. The Heavenly Dao wants you to not die, then We want you to die, and then We will fight a battle with it to see which one of us is stronger.”
She then drew back her gaze to look upon the world outside the Mausoleum of Books. ”As for these people, in the end, they are nothing more than capering buffoons, that's all.”
With her voice, a gust of wind curled around the Mausoleum of Books and lifted up a corner of her sleeve.
Her body was still at the peak of the Mausoleum of Books, but Chen Changsheng felt like she was already more than a thousand li away.
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Tens of thousands of li away in Xining Village, the night was dark and still, the small stream murmuring on.
The fish were quietly sleeping in their crevices while petals drifted from upstream, circling that pair of bare white feet and never leaving.
The monk gazed down at the petals and fish in the stream, seemingly in deep thought.
Footsteps were heard near the stream, very calm and relaxed, yet they seemed to contain countless thunderstorms.
The fish at the bottom of the stream scattered in fright, attempting to swim even deeper into their crevices. Yet they were unable to find a path and so constantly threw themselves at the edges of the sharp rocks, their collisions producing blood.
The fish blood bloomed in the stream, staining the petals a dark red. Those petals left his bare feet and collected together in the little eddies on the surface of the stream.