408 The Successors of Gods (2/2)

Ye Hongyu did not say anything else but walked out of the Taoist temple.

She stood on the highest steps outside the temple and looked at the smoke coming from the fields a distance from the Peach Mountain. After a moment of silence, she sighed, ”Someone is going to die again.”

The deacon who handed her the archive had walked her out of the temple and was standing beside her silently. He could not help but sigh when he heard her lament, and he said softly, ”God has been ill in the past months and his cough is bad. That is why his temper has worsened. Do not think too much into his words. As for the Sword Garret, those who have to die will die.”

As the powerful and terrifying Great Divine Priest of the West-Hill Divine Palace whose State was at the peak of Knowing Destiny, he sat above the clouds and viewed the people in the world like they were ants. Someone like him should be immune to all diseases, much less a cold. If he couldn't catch a cold, why would he cough? If he didn't cough, would his temper be so bad?

Ye Hongyu looked at the deacons from the Judicial Department who looked at her mockingly, scathingly and pityingly. She suddenly said sympathetically, ”He wouldn't heal so easily after being hurt by the God of Light.”

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There was a Hierarch Lord and three Great Divine Priests in the West-Hill Divine Palace.

No matter whether the person sitting on the throne was old, ill, injured or imprisoned, they were treated with utmost respect as long as they are alive. They were Great Divine Priests that were respected and prayed to by billions in the world.

On a certain day last year, the Great Divine Priest of Light who had been imprisoned in the You Prison for decades betrayed his sect and escaped. Then, he went to a nameless mountain on the outskirts of Chang'an where he fought with Master Yan Se and died.

There was thus an empty throne in the West-Hill Divine Palace.

It was waiting for someone.

The West-Hill Divine Palace would not allow this situation to drag on for too long. When they found out that the Great Divine Priest of Light had left a successor, the Divine Hall's most important task at hand was to bring that person back to the West-Hill.

This matter was still kept under wraps and had not been announced to the masses.

If anyone outside of the Divine Hall found out about this, they would be confused. Why did those from the West-Hill Divine Palace choose to keep the Great Divine Priest of Light's successor, when he had betrayed them and brought harm to the Divine Hall?

However, there was no question about the succession to those from the West-Hill Divine Palace. Because the Great Divine Priest of Light who had betrayed the sect was still the Great Divine Priest of Light. Furthermore, over the years, the three successors to the thrones in the Peach Mountains were not chosen by the Hierarch or the Great Divine Priests themselves. They were decided by Haotian.

The three successors of the thrones were all walking on their own paths.

The succession of the Judicial throne was decided by Haotian through an evaluation of the successor's strength.

The successor of the Revelation throne was decided through Haotian's revelation.

The successor to the throne of light was a decision made by Haotian through the succession of light.

The Great Divine Priest of Light who was on the brink of death had found his successor in Chang'an. This must have been the will of Haotian. Then, that successor would be the future Great Divine Priest of Light.

The hierarch of the West-Hill Divine Palace and the God of Revelation grew more determined to have the true successor of the Great Divine Priest of Light return, especially after they heard the news from the South Seas.

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In the Old Brush Pen Shop on Lin 47th Street.

Ning Que silently looked at Cheng Lixue who stood before him.

He had once met this priest from the Divine Hall Revelation Department when he was in the Right King's Palace of the Wilderness. Cheng Lixue had been calm and impartial in that fight and had left a good impression on Ning Que. However, Ning Que felt uneasy as he looked at Cheng Lixue's snow white hair.

Ning Que felt that he was dreaming. Cheng Lixue was a bigwig from the West-Hill Divine Palace, but his attitude was sincere and humble. When Sangsang had served him tea, he behaved respectfully. Was he the son of Sangsang and him from the future?

Ning Que held his cup of tea and spoke after a moment, ”I somewhat understand what happened, but I cannot promise you anything.”

Cheng Lixue looked at him quietly. He suddenly frowned and said, ”Even though there have been many misunderstandings between the Divine Hall and the Academy over the years, we still respect each other.”

Ning Que replied, ”I respect Haotian Taoism.”

Cheng Lixue sighed, ”Junior Sister Sangsang will one day become the Divine Hall's God of Light. Millions of Haotian believers including myself will have to kneel and bow before her. We would not dare to speak more than we should or sneak an extra glance at her. However, you, Mr. Thirteen, have had her make your bed and pour your tea. What kind of respect are you showing to our sect?”

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