Chapter 1003 – Exist or Perish, the Bottom of the Well or Its Mouth? (1/2)

Chapter 1003 – Exist or Perish, the Bottom of the Well or Its Mouth?

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

Bie Yanghong was dead. Wuqiong Bi was also dead. They had died far away from their home, eighty thousand li away, in White Emperor City.

Their souls would return to the sea of stars, not to Xiling's Ten Thousand Years Pavilion, so it was not crucial for them to be buried at any particular place.

There was an extremely deep fissure in the small courtyard, probably made when Chusu had burst out of the ground. It had been repaired by the chill winds from an underground river, its bottom already filled by rocks. All that was left was a pit about two feet deep.

Chen Changsheng placed the bodies of Bie Yanghong and Wuqiong Bi in the pit. Before he had time to fill the pit, a cool breeze blew in from the tree of the Celestial Tree temple. Only two piles of golden sand were left in the pit.

When Zhu Luo died, he had seen a similar sight. He knew that this was a special attribute of Divine Domain experts, so he was not surprised.

But the golden sand in the earth made him recall another matter.

Up to now, many people still believed that the Tianhai Divine Empress had been buried by him deep within the Orthodox Academy. In reality, she was in the Hundred Herb Garden.

Why was it that after the Tianhai Divine Empress's death, her remains had not become the purest golden sand like other experts of the Divine Domain, but still maintained its original appearance?

Was this the difference between the Concealed Divinity Realm and the Saint Realm?

He didn't think any more about this. He waved his sleeve, sending the white stones in the courtyard to fill the pit.

As he watched those golden sands gradually be buried, he silently recited several names.

Chusu, Madam Mu, Black Robe, Sacred Light Continent.

The entire continent sensed the death of the two experts of the Divine Domain. The laws of the heavens and earth responded and omens began to manifest.

In the distant Cloud Grave in the east, eddies began to form and the streams falling from the solitary mountain suddenly began to flow faster.

A one-horned creature drinking at the edge of the stream raised its head and looked into the distance, a hint of loneliness appearing in its sacred and pure eyes.

No waves could be seen on the Red River, and its mirror-like surface looked extremely strange. Low hums came from the Jings deep in the water as if they were lamenting something.

The Archbishop of the Western Wastes, who knew what had happened, sorrowfully gazed at the dark rain clouds over the small courtyard.

Behind the rain clouds, two rainbows appeared, side by side. They stretched out of White Emperor City, crossing over the wide river and towards the distant mountains, perhaps even farther.

Only now did the Demi-human Prime Minister, the Bear tribe leader, and the Shi clan leader understand what had happened. They were stunned and didn't know what to say.

The priests, cultivators, and demi-human soldiers in the alley also knew what those two rainbows signified. One by one, they began to prostrate.

The believers of the Orthodoxy in the crowd began to recite Daoist scriptures under the guidance of the archbishop, their voices pious and reverent.

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Chen Changsheng did not return to the Daoist Church of the Western Wastes. He remained in the small courtyard, as Xuanyuan Po had not woken up yet and there were still some things he needed to think about.

The Demi-human Prime Minister, the Shi clan leader, and other personages had come in succession, wanting to know the particulars of the matter, and more importantly, his current stance. But he did not see them.

The small courtyard once more became extremely silent. He sat on the wooden porch outside the room, his gaze flitting between that listless pine, the white stones, and the gray walls.

He suddenly felt tired, losing interest in many matters. For instance, he clearly knew that the entire Demi-human race was anxiously and warily waiting for his response, but he did not care.

Just like many other people, he adored and respected Bie Yanghong, but he was truly not acquainted with him. Logically speaking, he should not have been so agitated, but this event had truly dealt him a massive psychological blow.

Good people aren't guaranteed to be rewarded, and they might not even live well, so why do we have to be good people? How should we love? Why should we live?