Chapter 1094 – Why Donst You Die? (2/2)

Xu Yourong smiled and sighed, ”I know that you also don't delight in this sort of life.”

She knew that as a child, he had grown accustomed to watching the temple, sweeping the snow, sheltering from the rain, eating medicine, and reading.

As for intrigue, deception, callous slaughter, cold-blooded threats…

Neither of them liked to engage in these things, but in the current situation, they were forced to.

And they understood each other too deeply, knew that they didn't like to do such things, so they wanted to do it themselves.

Xu Yourong had struck first and Chen Changsheng had struck after.

One sword struck east and one sword west.

They had no desire to strike with their swords, but they had the heart.

They had not intentionally worked together, but in the end, they had ended up walking together.

Only a true harmony of swords could give rise to this silent understanding, and make their actions seem so wondrous that the heavens seemed to have planned it.

Xu Yourong had held Shang Xingzhou in the Mausoleum of Books and drawn the attention of the princes.

Chen Changsheng had brought the strength of the Li Palace to sweep through the world like a flood.

The final result was perfect.

The Orthodoxy's conservative faction had been purged and the capital was completely under control. A decree from the palace would be all it took for Shang Xingzhou to truly lose.

Xu Yourong did not need to become the second Tianhai Divine Empress and Chen Changsheng did not need to go against his heart and slaughter the four directions.

…If Wang Zhice had not appeared.

Chen Changsheng turned to Wang Zhice and said, ”I had always hoped that I would not see Sir here.”

Wang Zhice replied, ”I had also hoped that I would not see you here.”

Chen Changsheng asked, ”I am the Pope, so there's no reason for me not to appear, but what of Sir?”

Wang Zhice answered, ”For the sake of all living beings of the world, I had to come.”

Chen Changsheng believed in these words.

He had met the Tang Old Master in Wenshui City and knew that this was how these elders truly thought.

The elders of Taizong's era were all true idealists. For their goal, their righteous cause, for all living beings of the world, these people could sacrifice so much, like the little Black Dragon, or reputation, or the lives of countless people, and perhaps even more important things.

Chen Changsheng really wanted to say that it was wrong to do this, but he knew that such words would be meaningless.

He said to Wang Zhice, ”It seems that we at least agree on one thing: the living beings of the world are the most important.”

Wang Zhice agreed, ”Yes, even though they are not aware of this.”

Chen Changsheng noted, ”So that all living beings will not suffer the fires of war, will not endure the bitterness of being adrift and homeless, Sir was willing to cross vast distances to persuade us to yield.”

Wang Zhice replied, ”Correct.”

Chen Changsheng asked, ”Then why can it not be your side that yields?”

This was a very good question.

Shang Xingzhou looked up at the distant sky, an ambiguous smile on his face.

Wang Zhice fell into deep thought.

If one said that leading the Human race forward required a valiant will and daring, as well as an outstanding ability to execute…

Then Xu Yourong's and Chen Changsheng's deeds today had proved that they were outstanding leaders.

Shang Xingzhou had conceded this point, so Wang Zhice also had to concede it.

The current danger arose from the stalemate between the two sides.

The slightest lack of caution would result in three months of continuous war, and the good ending for the Human race would be utterly annihilated.

Those princes and the experts of the Imperial Court all entered the Mausoleum of Books.

The experts of the southern sects walked out from the forest.

Wang Po had also come. He hugged his blade as he stood in the distance.

Several determined or angry voices could be heard.

Chen Changsheng did not earnestly listen, but some words still made their way into his ears.

'There is already no retreat. Retreat is death.'

This prompted another question from Chen Changsheng.

In the coming months and years, this question would become extremely famous.

”If the living beings of the world are truly this important, then why can't any of you die for them?”

His expression was incredibly solemn, his eyes as bright and clean as a mirror.

He was not mocking these elders, nor was he angrily criticizing them. He truly did not understand.

Wang Zhice looked into his eyes and suddenly realized that he could not answer this question.