Chapter 681 – Matters of Death (1/2)
Chapter 681 – Matters of Death
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
This inexplicable world operated by its own rule: rigid, monotonous, repetitive. Perhaps there might be the occasional unexpected circumstance, but if one looked deeper, it would still be a reproduction of those same old events. There was never anything new, whether it was under the sun or the stars. Plots and betrayals gave off nothing but the nauseating scent of decay.
Those youths who still looked upon this world with anticipation and hope, who still bravely stood under the sun and confronted the starlight, who looked up to virtue and morality in the stars, could never develop any good impressions of this sort of world. An example of this sort of person was Tang Thirty-Six. However, in the eyes of that noiselessly laughing second master of the Wenshui Tang clan, in the eyes of those elders of the Tianhai clan, in the eyes of Zhou Tong, the ways these youths thought were always so childish and laughable.
”Your life can't be spent playing house forever.” Chen Changsheng could imagine that as he was escorted back to Wenshui, Tang Thirty-Six would be told many phrases similar to this.
He could even imagine that right now, in the Divine General of the East's estate, Xu Shiji, with a solemn expression and an aura of righteousness, was sitting at his dining table, all the dishes cleared away, arguing forcefully with Madam Xu. ”Everything this father has done has been for his daughter. If not for my prompt decision, my strenuous efforts to hold back the tide, do you still think she would be able to firmly sit on the Holy Maiden's position after the Divine Empress's death?”
Starlight slightly scattered, the darkness slightly thinned, and the area in front of the Orthodox Academy went through a minor unrest. Soon after, Su Moyu hurried over to the lake shore and delivered the news to him.
The news from Xuelao City was truly very shocking. Chen Changsheng spent a long period of time in silence.
The Demon Lord's death was an extremely good thing for him. In the Garden of Zhou, he and Xu Yourong had been almost killed by Nanke several times, so he had no good feelings about that demon princess whose eyes were slightly farther apart than usual. But he couldn't help but be a little disappointed that his once-irreconcilable foe had vanished amongst the tempestuous waves of this rebellion like a splash of water.
”Leave the capital. This is the best choice,” Su Moyu said to him.
Chen Changsheng understood his meaning.
The Demon Lord's death and the internal discord amongst the demons had all been arranged by Shang Xingzhou, and he had ascended to a position of supreme authority. While his deed remained fresh in the minds of humanity, no one would have the courage to go against him.
Today, the Pope had taken an extremely tough stance to protect him and the Orthodox Academy, but it could only maintain a balance of power.
But just as the Pope said, he was old and about to die. If that day truly came, how could Chen Changsheng confront that person?
That person was about to become a god of the continent, and he was also his teacher.
Chen Changsheng continued his long silence.
He truly did want to leave the capital. While he had been sitting in the library over the past three days, he had wanted to start packing his luggage several times, ultimately giving up on the notion each time.
He knew that it was impossible for him to leave, because that person would never permit him to leave his gaze, unless through death.
Yu Ren also knew this, so he quietly sat in the Imperial Palace, playing the part of emperor.
Chen Changsheng silently awaited the passing of time within the Orthodox Academy.
The pair understood Shang Xingzhou more than anyone else in the world, even more than the Pope.
Even though the teacher who had only been an ordinary Daoist in their hearts was now an esteemed master of the Dao.
But whether he was an ordinary Daoist or a supreme master of the Dao, he was still their teacher.
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On the fourth day after the coup of the Mausoleum of Books, shocking news came from Mount Han.
The Elder of Heavenly Secrets had peacefully passed away in a small room on the shores of the Heaven Lake.
The head of the Storms of the Eight Directions was of the same generation as the Pope and Shang Xingzhou. In the end, he had still been unable to withstand time and his wounds, and his soul had returned to the sea of stars.