Historians had many ways of judging the past one thousand years. The most common was the founding of the Great Zhou, but many people chose the chaos of the Hundred Herb Garden and Emperor Taizong's ascension to the throne. There were also many people among the people who chose Wang Zhice's sudden appearance as the beginning of a new era, dividing the past one thousand years into the history before him and the history after him.
This was because in the war against the demons, his role was far too important and legendary.
Today was a day in history, and it was also divided into two parts by his appearance.
Before Wang Zhice's appearance, the Mausoleum of Books had been brimming with tension. Everyone felt uneasy and extremely anxious. After he appeared, many of the dark and negative emotions disappeared. Many people had joyful expressions on their faces, and some even looked a little crazy.
They had finally confirmed that the rumor was true. He was still alive, so he could naturally resolve all the problems the Human race faced.
Even the early spring sun was about to shine ahead of time.
At this moment, they heard a question.
"Lord Wang, have you gone senile?"
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Wang Zhice and Xu Yourong's conversation had not been intentionally concealed from the people inside and outside the Mausoleum of Books.
The former was because there was nothing that could not be discussed with others and because of his self-confidence. The latter was because of a faint disappointment and the desire to fight that followed.
Xu Yourong's words caused an uproar inside and outside the Mausoleum of Books.
She had addressed Wang Zhice as' Lord Wang ', and she had even addressed him as' Sir '.
But no one would believe that she was truly concerned.
Even if she was the Holy Maiden of the south, the greatest pride and darling of the capital, the people still found it impossible to accept her rudeness to Wang Zhice.
Outside the Mausoleum of Books, a buzz of discussion mixed in with angry rebukes.
Even the elders of the Mount Li Sword Hall and the experts of the sects in the southern forest slightly frowned, expressing their disapproval of this.
The Old Lady of the Mutuo clan and the head of the Wu clan glanced at each other and silently shook their heads, already prepared to concede and leave the capital.
Xu Yourong paid no attention to the activity outside the Mausoleum of Books, nor did she care about the reactions of the experts of the south.
She calmly gazed at Wang Zhice.
Within the sword array, Shang Xingzhou indifferently watched this sight, saying nothing.
Outside the sword array, Wang Zhice faintly smiled as if he did not care about her mockery.
He was well-versed in the Daoist Canon and had seen the affairs of the world, so he naturally understood Xu Yourong's current emotions and where they came from.
Xu Yourong said that when it was time for him to appear, he never appeared. This was naturally referring to when the world needed him.
For example, that sea of blood in the Orthodox Academy twenty-some years ago, or that heaven-shaking change in the Mausoleum of Books three-some years ago.
Wang Zhice truly had not appeared at these important turning points in history, but he had appeared at other times.
When he had left Jingdou dispiritedly, he no longer cared about the change of power in the court.
He traveled the world and lived in seclusion in the mountains.
However, he still cared about the future of the human race.
Thus, when the Demon Lord wanted to kill Chen Changsheng, he had appeared in Mount Han.
On the night of the Demon Lord's death, he appeared in the snowy mountains.
A few days ago, during the civil strife in White Emperor City, he had appeared in the snowy plains of the north.
Wang Zhice replied, "I've seen Chen Changsheng before."
Xu Yourong said, "I know."
Wang Zhice replied, "At that time, I was even prepared to go see Qiushan and you."
Xu Yourong said, "Are you disappointed to see me today?"
Wang Zhice smiled and shook his head.
He did not care about Xu Yourong's rudeness.
In his view, this was just the anger of a little girl who had toiled for several days yet still failed to gather all the types of rouge.
Xu Yourong's performance today had been sufficiently outstanding, so disappointment was naturally out of the question.
But today, he had confirmed that Xu Yourong cultivated the Grand Emotionless Dao.
And he had always been a lover of many things.
With different Daos, it was naturally difficult to work together.
Two people on different paths could naturally only be strangers.
This made him feel rather regretful.
"You said that you wanted to try, so I also want to try."
Wang Zhice looked at Xu Yourong and said, "I want to try to persuade you to give up on this crazy idea."
"Persuade?"
The corners of Xu Yourong's lips perked up in another smile.
This time, the ridicule in her smile was even stronger.
In her view, Wang Zhice wanting to persuade her to give up meant that he had already made his choice.
Moreover, he had already made his choice on behalf of the entire Human race.
Besides accepting, what else could she do?
This sort of persuasion was not true persuasion, because it had nothing to do with reason.
Today, Xu Yourong had been able to force Shang Xingzhou into this situation because her ultimate goal was not victory, but the burning of the entire world.
This was Zhou Dufu's blade style.
She was able to do all this because many factions were willing to follow her.
Whether it was the sects and great clans of the south or the Orthodoxy cavalry and believers.
But with Wang Zhice's appearance, her plan was broken.
There was no need to mention that he was a supreme expert of unfathomable cultivation, on par with Taizong and Zhou Dufu.
Just his name was enough to change the entire situation.
His prestige was so high that no one in the world could surpass it.
Now that he stood against Xu, who would be willing to follow her?
The disciples of South Stream Temple did not lower their swords, but upon learning of Wang Zhice's identity, their complexions turned somewhat strange.
Which of the Orthodoxy's experts in the south of the Mausoleum of Books and the capital could attack Wang Zhice?
Even if there were still people loyal to her, she could no longer accomplish her goal of burning the entire world.
To put it another way, she could no longer threaten Shang Xingzhou.
From this perspective, the person most familiar with the Halving Blade Style was still Wang Zhice.
Even on the day that Zhou Dufu returned to the sea of stars, he had not been able to defeat his big brother.
But he knew that if he wanted to break the blade of the World Burning, he had to do it before the flames appeared.
The chilly spring wind was still chilly, blowing from the bottom of the clouds to the two sides of the Divine Path and rustling the grass.
The two plumes of dust on the plains gradually approached, signifying that the terrifying black-armored cavalry were about to return to the capital.
The world was quiet. Everyone was waiting for Xu Yourong to admit her defeat.
Suddenly, the ground of the Mausoleum of Books began to fiercely shake.
The water in the shallow canals in front of the Divine Path began to leave the ground like transparent pieces of paper.
The river that encircled the Mausoleum of Books gave birth to countless muddy waves. The green duckweeds that had only grown a few days ago were churned to pieces.
The shaking came from the plains to the south.
The capital was separated by the Mausoleum of Books, so fortunately, none of the houses collapsed. Countless people still panicked into the streets, looking like countless ants.
The crowd was abnormally shocked. Looking at the plains, they saw an extremely bizarre sight.
The dust stirred up by the black-armored cavalry, only ten-some li from the capital, suddenly vanished.
In its place was an even thicker and larger plume of dust. It blocked out the sun and soared into the sky, looking just like an Azure Dragon.
Wang Zhice, Shang Xingzhou, Wang Po, and the Prince of Xiang outside the mausoleum all paled at the sight of this terrifying plume of dust.
As experts of the Divine Domain, they could naturally see that this Azure Dragon was truly formed from dust.
The problem was that the plume of dust was probably the final barrier to the south of the capital: Mount Mo.
Mount Mo had collapsed!
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(Today is Mother's seventieth birthday. Many relatives have come to celebrate for her. She is very happy. In the day after tomorrow, Mother will continue her chemotherapy in the hospital and once more return to the lifestyle our family is used to. In this past year, she has fought ceaselessly against Lord Tumor. It has truly been hard on her. Our entire family has also worked hard. Cheer on Mother, cheer on ourselves. Illness comes like a mountain, but no matter how heavy it is, there is no fear. It can always be made to collapse. I have always been unwilling to mention this matter, but today I am in a better mood, so I will say it. Thank you, everyone, for your understanding in this past year. Blowing a kiss.) (To be continued.)
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