In the last several hundred years, this was the day with the most Red Geese in the capital.
From time to time, Red Geese would fly across the sky, leaving behind trails.
The shocking news spread everywhere along with these traces.
The Heavenly Dao Academy, the Bureau of Ecclesiastic Education, the Prince of Xiang's estate …
These trails revealed the powerful and callous will of the Li Palace, and also the attitude of the young Pope.
Suddenly, there were several cries of fear as the Red Geese scattered in all directions.
The sky suddenly darkened.
The common people on the streets raised their heads and saw a massive shadow obscuring the sky over the capital.
The clouds roiled like furious waves as the shadow gradually revealed its true form.
A black mountain range ten-some li long seemed to appear in the sky.
The occasional ray of sunlight would reflect off the surface of the black mountain range like a mirror.
The weather abruptly turned cold and snowflakes began to fall. The capital seemed to return to midwinter.
At this sight, the common people recalled the terror their ancestors had felt when they were dominated by dragons and were terrified to the extreme.
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The massive shadow drifted toward the Mausoleum of Books. It seemed very slow, but it was actually extremely fast.
The color of the river water around the Mausoleum of Books had deepened, giving off a much colder feeling.
The shadow did not continue to invade the Mausoleum of Books through the main gate, nor did it go through the southern gate. Instead, it crossed the river, overflowed the green orange grove and the small courtyard with half a piece of cured meat hanging on it. Those clear and shallow canals ultimately enveloped the entire Mausoleum of Books.
There was a person at the bottom of the shadow.
His facial features were delicate and his eyes were clean. He seemed extremely fresh and clean.
He was dressed in a Divine Robe and held a Divine Staff in his hand. His Qi was incomparably divine.
He was the embodiment of faith, the supreme good of the human world, the current Pope.
Very few people had seen this Chen Changsheng.
The girls of South Stream Temple had their mouths slightly agape in shock.
Xu Yourong slightly tilted her head to size him up, a hint of a smile appearing in her clear and cold eyes.
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Shang Xingzhou turned to Chen Changsheng.
His gaze pierced through the countless sword intents in the South Stream Temple sword array, also seeming to become incredibly sharp and awe-inspiring.
But in the end, he still looked at Chen Changsheng.
That year, when Chen Changsheng carried the Tianhai Divine Empress down the Mausoleum of Books, he walked towards the peak of the Mausoleum of Books, brushing past her, his eyes unwavering.
Later on, he never saw his disciple again. Even though they had worked together in White Emperor City, even though master and disciple had conversed in the Orthodox Academy three years ago, he had not truly looked at him, but indifferently looked down on him from a higher position.
Today was the first time he looked directly at Chen Chang Sheng.
His eyes were very deep and obscure, just like the mountain in the Cloud Grave. It was impossible to see the truth clearly.
But occasionally, a ray of sunlight would shine down.
It was an expression of admiration.
This was also the first time.
He felt that Chen Chang Sheng's performance today was quite good.
When the Mausoleum of Books was in trouble, the Li Palace struck like a thunderbolt, taking control of the capital in the shortest amount of time possible.
Whether it was his choice of timing or his forceful methods, it all showed that Chen Chang Sheng had truly matured.
In a sense, his actions today could even smell the scent of an ambitious and ruthless person.
These things seemed simple, but were actually very difficult.
Chen Chang Sheng had remained silent for the past few days, as if he was not involved, but no one would truly believe that he was not doing anything.
Countless eyes had been staring at the Li Palace this entire time.
Shang Xingzhou had been watching him this entire time.
Wang Zhice was also watching him.
Daoist Wu was their eyes.
But Chen Chang Sheng had succeeded in deceiving them. It seemed that not even Xu Yourong knew what he was thinking.
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When Shang Xingzhou was looking at Chen Chang Sheng with an expression of admiration for the first time, Wang Zhice was looking at the shadow shrouding the Mausoleum of Books.
He seemed to be thinking of something from the past, and a hint of reminiscence appeared on his face.
The shadow suddenly vanished, transforming into a blizzard.
A black-clothed girl appeared in the blizzard.
Her expression was indifferent, her features picturesque, and her black dress exuded an extremely cold Qi.
Destroying Mount Mo, Prince Ping's estate, and bullying the Heavenly Dao Academy — she had played the most important role in the Li Palace's control of the capital today.
As a member of the Black Frost Dragon race, although she had not yet matured and her Dao, technique, and soul could not fuse with the laws of the Divine Domain, from the moment she was born, her dragon body possessed a divine attribute that disregarded the difference in levels. To put it another way, she was fated from birth to become an expert of the Divine Domain.
The two old Guardians of the Tang clan and the old Daoist from the Monastery of Eternal Spring were all experts half a step from the Divine, but in terms of pure fighting power, they were still inferior to a high-level divine being like her. As for destructive power, no one on the continent could compare to her, unless Xu Yourong and Qiushan Jun could complete their third awakening.
The Dragon race had always been the most terrifying existence in the world, or else the experts of the Divine led by Emperor Taizong would not have paid such an enormous price to force them to swear an oath to the starry sky and sign a contract, promising never to descend upon the continent again.
But her name was not on that contract.
Because she had been imprisoned under New North Bridge at the time, and she was still very young, not even having her own simple name.
The person who had imprisoned her under New North Bridge was Wang Zhice.
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"Zhusha, long time no see."
Wang Zhice smiled at the black-clothed girl.
Zhusha was her simple name, or rather, her human name.
Even this name had been given by Wang Zhice, and then Qin Zhong and the others had gotten used to calling her by this name.
Upon hearing these words and seeing that middle-aged scholar who seemed like time had no effect on him, the black-clothed girl paled.
She had imagined many times how she would meet him again, hatefully thinking of how she would take revenge.
But she had not expected that when they met again after several hundred years, she would still be filled with fear.
She had been imprisoned underground for several hundred years, and even her name had been given by him …
That memory was truly engraved into her bones, impossible to forget and chilling.
Even she felt very cold, very afraid.
Her body trembled, the shards of ice clattering against each other on her black clothes.
At this moment, she looked just like a lonely little girl.
She could destroy a mountain, flatten a mansion, reverse the entire situation in the capital.
But Wang Zhice had only said 'long time no see' to make her feel so terrified that she had lost all ability to fight.
The river of time constantly crashed against its banks, the river growing deeper and deeper until the bottom could not be seen, transforming into an abyss.
As expected, a person like Wang Zhice could only be described as unfathomable.
Chen Changsheng walked up to the black-clothed girl, blocking Wang Zhice's line of sight.
Wang Zhice calmly gazed at him, his eyes still unfathomable.
Chen Changsheng earnestly said, "She is not called Zhusha."
Wang Zhice calmly replied, "I don't think so."
Xu Yourong walked down and said to him, "That's why I said that you've gone senile."
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