793 If Heaven Cannot Accept Me (2/2)

The voice said, ”Then we shall destroy it.”

The Abbey Dean looked to the back of the crowd and spotted Ning Que's face which was covered in blood.

Then, he saw Ning Que's eyes.

Their gazes met for the first time.

Ning Que looked at him and said, ”Where the heart desires, Heaven has to obey. And if Heaven does not, then we will destroy it. I think this is a very simple principle.”

The Abbey Dean looked at the determination and confidence in his eyes. His eyebrows rose upwards..

The Natural Stream Magical Finger had injured Ning Que gravely, and his confidence had taken a hit. However, his spirit was determined. But then, he gradually felt lost.

He watched as the two teens cried and shouted while they tried something unimaginable. As such, he decided to stand up and then, he did.

But he could only lean against the podao which was supporting his weakened body.

Then, several ordinary people rushed by him, rushing towards the black sea of death.

He saw many people die before his eyes.

He felt that it was wrong.

The choices that these ordinary people had made went against the knowledge he had of this world. It went against his own rules. Even though he had seen many similar instances, what he saw today assaulted him with a shock that he could not bear.

Because in the past, he had always placed himself outside the situation.

Today, on this street, he was in the situation.

His body and soul followed the spraying of blood and the fall of those bodies. They followed as those souls departed and gently landed in this world.

In the past, he was willing to die for Chang'an because he felt responsible and emotionally-linked to the city. It was because of the responsibility and kinship he felt for the Headmaster, Master Yan Se and the Emperor. He was sure it was not because of zealousness.

He thought that his blood was cold. When the blood in his body began to grow heated until it was boiling, he started to feel lost and confused.

He vaguely felt a power.

He had seen this power, and it had happened more than once.

But it had not felt as real as it did right now on the snowy street.

It was then, when a wizened voice rang in his ears and his heart.

He did not know that it was second uncle Chao speaking.

The wizened voice rang across the Tang Empire. His subconscious seemed to follow the voice, traveling across rivers and mountains. And everywhere, he saw different people.

He saw those at war, marching in troops, fighting for their lives, seeking death. Those holding on, and those who were waiting. Even those waiting were filled with bravery.

He saw many people who were impressive.

Then, he saw many images flashing across his eyes.

He saw the bloodied chopper in the woodshed, the broken fields in Hebei county. He saw refugees that looked like ghosts and the wide Min Mountain. He saw the Old Hunter, the soil of the City of Wei. He saw the lights in the night of Chang'an and the lake in the Wilderness. He saw the grave covered in weeds at the Lanke Temple.

He saw many people who were not impressive, but they were all humans.

He seemed to have returned to the Lanke Temple's stone statue; as if he were still in the final conversation with Lotus in the Bone Mountain at the front gate of the Devil's Doctrine. He seemed to be looking at the Talisman Master in the tribe he met that summer when he entered Talisman Taoism.

The earliest humans fought with wild beasts in the wilderness. They began to wear furs, eat meat, live in caves, and then began to farm land, raise livestock, and eat more meat. Humans continued to eat meat, and think a lot of ways to cook meat to ensure that the meat was very fragrant. This was so they could eat more meat because eating meat made one stronger.

He saw human beings building houses, villages and roads, and finally saw a majestic city standing on the plains, seeming to pierce the sky—it was Chang'an City.

He walked through Chang'an and saw the bun shop that he had seen a few days ago. He saw the green stones, and recalled the aura he had once sensed. It was the power that belonged only to the mortal realm.

It was a power that could change everything.

It was a power that could beat time.

It was an ordinary power that was extraordinary. It was blinding but inconspicuous. It was the hot steam of the bun shop or a black brick in the city wall. But it was also the passing on of wisdom and stubborn resistance.

Ning Que suddenly felt very moved.

This power was so magnificent.

He was so close to it and could feel such an unvarnished feeling.

He could feel his smallness, but it was unlike when he was facing Haotian. He did not feel angry because of his own smallness, but only felt a sense of awe.

Because no matter how small he was, he was a part of this power.

And no matter how magnificent this power was, it came from several insignificant people like him.