693 Ascension Part 1 (1/2)

Sangsang's body was as black as coal.

But her feet were as white as jade.

Ning Que had taken a bath for her and he liked to sleep with her feet in his arms. He was familiar with her body, her feet, and everything about her. However, he felt so strange now when he looked at her perfect black and white body.

When he found the baby girl in his childhood among the corpses in Hebei Province, he also felt it strange like others in the Official of Counsel's mansion. After that, however, he got used to it after living with her for years. But it was not until now that he understood the truth when he saw the scene and heard the Headmaster's words.

Sangsang was black as well as white. She was just like the black chess piece she had held in the last game of chess at the Lanke Temple. As time went by, it had become white in the carriage on the Wilderness.

So far, there was no hope of any luck for Ning Que.

There was no Yama in this world. Haotian was Yama.

There was no Underworld in this world. The world becomes the Underworld when Haotian brings the doomsday.

Countless lights gushed out from Sangsang's body. The water of the Sishui River was as calm as a mirror, condensing those lights into a light beam and then reflecting them onto the high blue sky.

The riverside also began to shine brightly. Countless rays of light emerged from the Headmaster's body and were tied to those from Sangsang's body. He could not leave for part of him was in Sangsang body.

The Headmaster looked at the beams emerged from himself and found them very interesting. He even reached out his hand to touch them like playing a Qin. Then he asked, ”Is it time now?”

There was no emotion on Sangsang's face, nor in her voice. You could not tell whether the voice came from a man or a woman. It contained no mood and was transparent and empty, but not mechanical. Moreover, the voice which rang from her body had countless syllables, which were too complicated to understand at all. It was more like the voice of nature.

However, the Headmaster understood it. So he smiled.

Though Ning Que did not understand it, he knew that it was time to leave.

One was his most beloved teacher, the other was a woman with whom he had shared his life. There was no doubt that this was the most painful decision point one could imagine. Fortunately or unfortunately, he could not be able to make a choice now, or perhaps he did not need to make a choice.

Ning Que could not move; he could only sit on the meadow by the Sishui River. As he was watching those two people who were linked together by countless rays of light, his sight toward Sangsang became increasingly calm and indifferent.

Nobody could understand what Haotian said. It resounded through the world like the whistling wind or thunder.

Therefore, the world knew what had happened by the Sishui River.

Thus the whole world began to reverberate with a sentence.

”We respectfully celebrate the Headmaster's ascension!”

At the top of the Peach Mountain of the West-Hill Divine Kingdom, a dark crowd knelt on the stone ground outside the solemn Divine Hall. The overbearing priests in red and deacons of the Divine Hall touched the ground with their foreheads, like the most devout believers.

The Hierarch Lord of the West-Hill Divine Palace also kelt behind the gauze curtain in the depths of the white Divine Hall. Outside the curtain knelt the Great Divine Priest of Revelation and the Great Divine Priest of Judgment.

”We respectfully celebrate the Headmaster's ascension!”

Deep in the Western Wilderness, on the top of the giant peak in the center of the sinkhole, the Chief Preaching Monk of the Xuankong Temple prayed respectfully with hands folded, without holding his monk's staff.

Endless chanting and the same sentence reverberated through countless yellow temples partly hidden and partly visible in the mist among the peaks. People were waiting for the Headmaster's ascension.

”We respectfully celebrate the Headmaster's ascension!”

This sentence was repeated again and again by countless respected bigwigs from Taoist temples, Buddhist temples and palaces, who were kneeling on the ground respectfully.

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Somewhere in the far South Sea.

The Taoist in indigo looked toward the land silently, with an extremely serious expression.

He did not say that sentence because he was nervous.

He saw a big curtain falling slowly.

He had waited for too long for this moment and could not be at ease until the last minute.

There were many people who did not look forward to the Headmaster's ascension.

The ordinay poeple did not know what had happened, let alone the knowledge about how the thing happening by the Sishui River would influnce their lives.

As usual, they bought vegetables, cooked, drank, chattered, played cards, stole incense, fought, and farmed.

”I'm a little tired and annoyed after being in charge of human affairs for too many years. So I don't want to continue. Look, in fact, people in the world don't want me to take care of them.”

The Headmaster said to Ning Que as he drove away a ray of light floating before his eyes.

Ning Que could not move but watch and cry, so he bursted out crying, his face covered with tears. Then he began to laugh, inexplicably and neurotically.

The Headmaster was puzzled and asked, ”When we were on the Wilderness, Haotian laughed and cried for he was happy to find me. What's wrong with you now?”

Ning Que suddenly realized that his hands could move. ”I hate it.” he said.

”You hate what? Your wife?” The Headmaster laughed.

Ning Que looked at him and said, ”I hate you being irresponsible.”

The Headmaster was startled and asked, ”How?”