Upon returning to the Li Palace, when they once more discussed Wang Po's departure, Xu Yourong said something similar.
"The country is dead."
Wang Po gave up on the idea of seeking justice from the Great Zhou Dynasty and gave up on taking revenge on the Chen royal family. This was an extremely difficult thing to do.
On a spiritual level, this was no different from sacrificing for the country.
Chen Chang Sheng deeply agreed, then he thought of the last words his senior said.
"Leaving at the right time is a wonderful thing."
Anyone could tell that this sentence was directed at Shang Xingzhou.
Chen Chang Sheng didn't deny this point, but he always felt that this sentence was related to him.
"I might … be away for a while."
He said hesitantly.
Xu Yourong asked, "Reason?"
There were many reasons, such as what he said just now, and how his senior brother was so strict when teaching his junior brother calligraphy, which reminded him of his master.
For example, many ministers and common people were praising him, saying that his senior brother was becoming more and more like Emperor Taizong.
But he couldn't say these reasons out loud, because they were all his guesses. He didn't have any proof, and this kind of guesses was really irresponsible.
He didn't say it, but Xu Yourong knew.
She said, "Maybe you think too much."
"Yes." Chen Changsheng looked at her and said seriously, "But before Emperor Taizong did those things, he might not have been the Emperor Taizong that we know. He was the Prince of Qi that everyone praised. Perhaps killing his brothers and imprisoning his father was a choice he had no other choice."
Xu Yourong said, "So?"
Chen Changsheng said, "I don't want him to become the second Emperor Taizong, so … I want to leave."
"If that's the only reason, I don't support it, because it's a completely passive excuse."
Xu Yourong said, "Being alive should be a collection of active actions."
Chen Chang Sheng thought about it and said, "I also want to leave."
Xu Yourong asked again, "Reason?"
Chen Chang Sheng said, "I want to know where I came from."
From the age of ten, he had been living under the shadow of death.
On that night in the Mausoleum of Books, the Tianhai Divine Empress had helped him defy the heavens and change his fate. Finally, he no longer had to consider the problem of death every day, and now had the right to consider other problems.
Apart from the problem of life and death, the most important problems in life were those three.
Who are you?
Where are you from?
Where are you going?
In order to answer the third question, he had to first clarify the first two questions.
The war with the demons was not over yet, but there was no need for him to do anything else.
Shang Xingzhou and Black Robe said that he came from the Sacred Light Continent and that he wanted to go there to take a look.
"I accept this reason."
Xu Yourong said, "But not for too long."
Chen Chang Sheng was a little surprised and said, "You're not going with me?"
Xu Yourong said very seriously, "I was born in the capital."
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Chen Chang Sheng returned to Xi Ning Village. Even now, he was still thinking about his final conversation with Yourong, and then he remembered Tang Thirty-Six's evaluation of Yourong in the Plum Garden Inn many years ago. She was a woman that made one speechless.
This answer made Chen Chang Sheng slightly relieved, but he forgot that Tang Thirty Six's evaluation of him was the same.
He, the Pope, had suddenly left. Not only was he being irresponsible, he truly did leave others speechless.
In the middle of winter, the flowering trees by the stream had already turned bald. There were no petals on the surface of the water, and there were no books in the old temple.
Chen Chang Sheng slept in the old temple for a night. On the morning of the second day, he woke up at five in the morning. He washed his face with the stream water and walked in that direction. The fog grew thicker and thicker, becoming clouds at its thickest. In the clouds, there were streams, vines, easily startled deer, and many shadowy beasts of unknown origin.
These were all environments that he was very familiar with, but they did not cause his footsteps to pause until he reached the foot of that lonely peak.
A unicorn appeared, its entire body pure white like a spiritual being.
Chen Chang Sheng quietly stared at it.
He knew that this unicorn had been waiting for him, had been waiting for many years.
"You don't have to be with anyone. You're fine by yourself."
Chen Chang Sheng looked at it, shook his head, smiled and said: "Go."
The unicorn left rather reluctantly, turning its head to glance at him every ten-some steps.
Chen Chang Sheng quietly watched it, not turning to leave. Only when it vanished into the thick clouds did he continue his journey.
The lonely peak was shrouded in clouds year-round. Its surface was very moist, covered in moss and flowing water.
But to an expert of the Divine Domain, these things were not difficult. They were like flat ground.
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Nine days ago, the sun sank into the Cloud Grave and did not appear again.
On the tenth day, Chen Chang Sheng arrived at the lonely peak. (Note)
Besides the sea of clouds, there was nothing here. It was especially cold and cheerless, giving him a feeling of loneliness.
He sat on a rock at the peak, took out a fruit, and slowly and earnestly ate it.
There were many things in the sheath, including food. Zhizhi had personally prepared it, and there was a lot of it. But he did not ask for anything, just a fruit.
Just like how he had chosen to climb and not use any other method to reach the peak, this was probably the sense of ceremony he needed.
After eating the fruit, he raised his head to look at the sky and found that it was right in front of him.
He stretched out his hand and touched it. He found that the sky felt good to the touch. It was not as hard as he had imagined. It was very smooth and somewhat elastic, just like Yourong's face.
He closed his eyes.
The three thousand swords whistled out, flying back and forth above the sea of clouds, seeming incomparably happy. They probably also knew that they were about to go to another world.
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Chen Chang Sheng reached the other side of the sky and then fell to the ground.
It wasn't very painful, because the ground was covered with soft grass.
This was a grassland with a circumference of several hundred zhang.
Chen Chang Sheng turned his head and saw that the broken spatial crystal wall was slowly closing up. The color of the sky grew fainter and fainter until it was about to vanish.
He could clearly see that the lonely peak that reached the sky of the Central Continent seemed to be facing him here.
As it turned out, the two continents were not parallel, but perpendicular to each other.
To this place, the Central Continent was like a wall.
This grassland was truly very small. In just a few moments, he had walked out.
Outside the grassland was a barren desert. The white sand formed a world like the White Sea.
The light from the nine suns was dazzling.
Chen Chang Sheng casually chose a direction to walk in.
Each step covered several li.
Very quickly, he encountered the natives of this continent.
More and more natives appeared.
No one asked him about his origins, and no one dared to stop him.
The natives looked at him in awe, parting like a tide until the sacrificial altar was revealed.
The weather was truly hot, but the white-clothed monk sat on the sacrificial altar, allowing the sun to shine upon him.
Back then, Chen Chang Sheng had followed the Tianhai Divine Empress's soul and met him by the stream at Xining Village.
"I'm about to die, and my qi and blood are exhausted, so I'm a little cold."
The white-clothed monk explained to him.
Chen Chang Sheng replied, "This place truly is a little cold."
The white-clothed monk's cold was reasonable, but why did he also feel that this place was cold?
After all, the nine suns in the sky were all real.
"Have you come to take us home?"
The white-clothed monk asked.
Upon hearing these words, the hundreds of thousands of people around the sacrificial altar knelt like a tide, sobbing as they prayed, "All for our home."
Chen Chang Sheng silently gazed at these people.
The monk said, "Your master once promised me. If you did not agree, I would wait for your junior brother to come and do this. "
Chen Chang Sheng replied, "If I can return, I will seriously consider this matter."
The monk understood his meaning and asked, "You want to see the path you came from?"
Chen Chang Sheng replied, "Yes."
The monk said, "You should be clear that this place is not the Sacred Light Continent."
Chen Chang Sheng nodded.
He had known a long time ago that this place was not the Sacred Light Continent.
If the Sacred Light Continent was so close, the Central Continent would have long since been enslaved by that God.
This place had once been the main continent of civilization, now the abandoned land.
Those blazing, scorching rays of light that seemed to be brimming with energy were not true Sacred Light, but an illusion.
This continent had already lost all its energy, and its vitality was constantly slipping away. With the passage of time, it was constantly declining.
"Back then, we sent three drops of Royal Uncle's blood through the sacrificial altar to the Sacred Light Continent."
The white-clothed monk continued, "And then there was you."
The Royal Uncle he spoke of was Chen Xuan Ba.
Chen Chang Sheng was silent for a while, then asked, "The people of the Sacred Light Continent can use the sacrificial altar to come here?"
"This sacrificial altar can only transport non-living objects."
The white-clothed monk shook his head. "Royal Uncle's blood is not living, and the Heaven Shrouding Sword is also not a living object."
Chen Chang Sheng replied, "But I am alive."
The white-clothed monk asked, "Do you still not understand? When you were sent back, you were just a fruit. "
Chen Chang Sheng fell silent once more, then asked, "Then how was I born?"
The white-clothed monk replied, "You were also pregnant for ten months."
Chen Chang Sheng understood. With a sliver of hope, he asked, "Is she still alive?"
The white-clothed monk looked at him with some pity, just like he was looking at that young girl from twenty-some years ago.
"When you were born, she died."
Chen Chang Sheng fell silent for a very long time, then said, "All of you are bad people."
The 'all of you' in this sentence referred to the white-clothed monk, Black Robe, and his master Shang Xingzhou.
"The Sacred Light Continent has always wanted to use this sacrificial altar to open a spatial path."
The white-clothed monk continued, "The closest they came to success was ten-some years ago. They were waiting for Shang Xingzhou to use you to activate the divine punishment, or perhaps to use my soul as a guide."
Only now did Chen Chang Sheng understand why the Divine Empress, in her battle with the three Saints, had cared the most about the soul of the monk by Xining Village's stream.
He stared into the white-clothed monk's eyes and said, "In this case, you are the worst one."
After a moment of silence, the white-clothed monk said, "I have never been to the Sacred Light Continent, but I once sensed the power of God. It is not something we can contend against."
Chen Chang Sheng replied, "Even so, we cannot be the vanguard of the enemy."
The white-clothed monk said, "If not for the Sacred Light Continent using the sacrificial altar to replenish this place with energy, this continent would have been completely abandoned long ago."
Chen Chang Sheng replied, "If not for the Divine Empress, the Central Continent would also have been abandoned."
The white-clothed monk said, "I've always felt that the Tianhai Divine Empress did not die."
Chen Chang Sheng recalled that back in Xining Village, the Divine Empress had once said to this monk that she had her own legacy.
Just what did the Tianhai Divine Empress's legacy refer to? Was it Yuren and Chen Chang Sheng, or Xu Yourong?
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The Forsaken Land was a desert.
At the edge of the desert, several hundred thousand li from the Green Province where the natives lived, there was a sea.
There were no living creatures in this sea. It was like a dead sea.
But no matter how desolate a world was, there would still be some extremely different life forms. Perhaps they were no longer life, but dead spirits.
Massive waves rose on the surface of the sea and cold winds howled.
A Nether Bone Dragon that was more than five kilometers long was traversing through the wind and waves.
This Netherworld Bone Dragon did not want to flaunt its strength to the heavens and earth, nor did it want to express its despair to God. It had been forced into a corner.
A squirrel squatted in the bone dragon's eye, just like a black dot.
It gazed at the oncoming waves without the slightest fear. From time to time, it would let out happy cries.
As it turned out, this Netherworld Bone Dragon was playing with it.
On the shore, a Black Goat calmly gazed at the sky, its thoughts inscrutable.
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"I want to go to the Sacred Light Continent.
"I've never been to the Sacred Light Continent, nor can I go.
"How did Su Li get there?
"If my guess is correct, he probably went through Sangharama Temple."
Chen Chang Sheng was very shocked by these words.
He knew that Wang Zhice and Daoist Wu had been in Sangharama Temple this entire time, probably attempting to restore the murals and continue the legacy of the Buddhist sect.
Everyone believed that Sangharama Temple was assuredly in some remote mountain. Who could have imagined that Sangharama Temple was not in the Central Continent, but in the Forsaken Land?
Upon entering Sangharama Temple, Daoist Wu was still painting on the wall.
And then, he saw Wang Zhice.
Wang Zhice's head was white, and he was lightly playing his flute. It was hard to tell who he was thinking of.
Chen Chang Sheng was not apologetic, but he was respectful.
In these past few years, Wang Zhice had been guarding the most important path for the Human race.
If Sangharama Temple could lead to the Sacred Light Continent.
"There's a spatial crack here that's extremely unstable and needs to be repaired at all times."
Wang Zhice put down his flute and said, "This is precisely what Sir Wu is doing."
Daoist Wu stared at the painting on the wall and sneered, "Back in the Li Palace, I don't even know who it was that gave me such a miserable beating. Now do you know how important I am?"
Wang Zhice replied, "I don't have too much time or energy to care about other things."
Ever since he had learned that Wang Zhice was still alive, there had been many bad evaluations of him.
To ignore the affairs of the world was to be irresponsible.
Chen Chang Sheng had had similar thoughts, but only today did he realize that these were all misunderstandings.
Sangharama Temple was far too important. Compared to it, the struggles for power on the Central Continent, the battles to the death, were truly trivial matters.
"Since there's a spatial crack here, why didn't God break open a spatial path from here?"
Chen Chang Sheng asked.
Wang Zhice replied, "Because God could not guarantee that this spatial path would be one-way."
Chen Chang Sheng didn't understand what this meant.
Wang Zhice said, "You'll understand once you get there."
Chen Chang Sheng asked, "Have Sir ever been there?"
Wang Zhice replied, "I'm still not ready to meet with them."
Chen Chang Sheng thought this over, then asked, "Isn't it somewhat irresponsible for Su Li and I to do this?"
Wang Zhice replied, "Curiosity is the most beautiful trait we have as humans. It's worth taking risks, even giving up everything."
Chen Chang Sheng asked, "How should I get there?"
Wang Zhice brought him to the mural.
Many scenes were painted on the wall.
Buildings with pointed roofs naturally exuded a divine aura.
There were grasslands and white clouds, scattered huts, bustling markets, and even the seemingly sunny but actually sinister Colosseum.
In terms of architectural style, they were very similar to Xuelao City.
The murals also depicted many intelligent beings that were different from humans.
Some of them were like craftsmen, like low-level demons, only much shorter. Some of them were extremely beautiful, like the elves that had taken refuge in the Great Western Continent.
Chen Chang Sheng became more and more entranced. Only when he heard the tolling of a bell did he wake up.
As far as the eye could see, all he could see was a green grassland and white clouds drifting in the blue sky. The bell of a church came from up ahead, and a shout came from a square building.
This language was very similar to the language of the demons. Chen Chang Sheng could understand it. It was probably a class.
He had already come to the Sacred Light Continent.
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(Note: Of course, it's Rising Evil. I hope that the bean can hurry back and continue writing web novels. Tomorrow is the last chapter, and there will be an epilogue. The mood is rather complex.)
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