Chapter 1093 – Her Name (1/2)
Chapter 1093 – Her Name
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
Across several hundred years, this was the day in which the most Red Geese appeared in the capital.
A Red Goose would occasionally fly across the sky, leaving a trail in its wake.
A stream of shocking news followed these trails to various places.
The Heavenly Dao Academy, the Bureau of Ecclesiastic Education, the Prince of Xiang's estate…
Those trails revealed the Li Palace's formidable and callous will, expressed the stance of the young Pope.
Suddenly, the Red Geese scattered in a chorus of frightened cries.
The sky suddenly dimmed.
The people on the streets looked up and saw a massive shadow obscuring the sky.
The clouds roiled like raging waves as the shadow revealed its true body.
A black mountain ten-some li in length appeared in the sky.
The occasional ray of sunlight would be brightly reflected off the black mountains, as if they were bright mirrors.
The weather went cold and snowflakes began to fall. The capital seemed to have returned to winter.
This sight made the people recall the dread their ancestors had felt when they were dominated by dragons, and fear overcame them.
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The massive shadow drifted toward the Mausoleum of Books. It seemed slow, but it was actually traveling very fast.
The river around the Mausoleum of Books deepened in hue, giving off a much colder feeling.
The shadow did not continue to encroach upon the Mausoleum of Books through the main gate, nor did it use the southern gate. Instead, it passed over the river, that green orange grove, and the small courtyard that once had dried meat hanging from its roof beam. Finally, it crossed the shallow canals, ultimately shrouding all of the Mausoleum of Books.
Underneath the shadow was a person.
He had delicate features and clean eyes. He seemed extremely clean and fresh.
He wore the Divine Robe and held the Divine Staff. He exuded an aura of absolute divinity.
He was the manifestation of conviction, the supreme good who walked the mortal realm. He was the current Pope.
Very few people had ever seen Chen Changsheng like this.
The girls of South Stream Temple gaped in shock.
Xu Yourong slightly tilted her head and sized him up, the hint of a smile in her clean and cold eyes.
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Shang Xingzhou turned to face Chen Changsheng.
His gaze pierced through the countless sword intents of the South Stream Temple sword array, itself seeming to be sharp and awe-inspiring to the extreme.
But he had finally looked at Chen Changsheng.
On that year, as Chen Changsheng carried the Tianhai Divine Empress down from the Mausoleum of Books and he walked up to the peak, they had passed each other, each of them looking straight ahead.
Later on, he never again looked at his disciple, not even when they worked together in White Emperor City, not even when they had talked with each other three years ago in the Orthodox Academy. He had not truly been looking at him, instead indifferently regarding him from on high.
Today was the first time he was looking straight at Chen Changsheng.
His eyes were deep and obscured. Like that mountain within the Cloud Grave, it was simply impossible to see what they were really like.
But there was still an occasional ray of sunlight.
This was an expression of admiration.
And this was also the first time.
He felt that Chen Changsheng's performance today was quite excellent.
Just when a problem had occurred at the Mausoleum of Books, the Li Palace had unleashed a thunderous blow and swiftly taken control of the capital.
The moment he chose and the toughness of his methods all showed that Chen Changsheng had truly matured.
From a certain perspective, one could even smell a hint of ruthlessness on him today.