What did this mean? Could it be that those severed and blocked meridians had already been mended?
Chen Changsheng gazed at the scene before him, shocked speechless.
Countless great rivers flowed freely through the plains, irrigating the rice fields on their banks.
In the plains, one could also see many lakes, some large and some small, densely dotted like the stars in the sky.
The clear and elegant mountains and rivers, the beautiful scenery, the myriad phenomena, all of them were currently within his body.
It turned out that normal meridians were like this.
It turned out that a perfect Qi opening was like this.
It turned out that when true qi flowed through the meridians, it should have been smooth and smooth like this, and not as stagnant and difficult as he had always felt.
Chen Changsheng stared in a daze. Before he had time to feel joy, he began to feel sorrow.
Yes, he was still alive, and from the looks of it, he would live even better than before.
His illness … seemed to have truly been cured.
There were no more curses.
Destiny had been knocked to the ground.
Although he was still in Meditative Introspection, he could already sense that his body had become much lighter, as if countless burdens had been lifted.
The horizon before his eyes no longer contained that shadow that had been inseparable from him for seven years. There was only great rivers and mountains, endless light!
He opened his eyes.
He saw her figure.
Her hands held behind her, she stood at the edge of the Divine Path, gazing at the night sky, her clothes slightly damp.
In the distant rainy night, a final thick bolt of lightning descended, illuminating the entire Mausoleum of Books and also making her figure abnormally large and tall.
He didn't know what to say.
Except thank you.
The Tianhai Divine Empress's reply was very blunt, as if she had just casually done a trivial thing.
But why was that?
"We saved you not because you are Our son, nor because of those three squirrels, but because We do not like that sort of you."
"Then why did Our Lady save me?"
"We are the will, and you are Our son. You are the continuation of Our will."
"I don't understand."
The Tianhai Divine Empress did not give a specific explanation. Her actions had never required any explanation, even if the target was him.
"We heard you say that your illness cannot be cured, that it is fate."
Chen Changsheng was silent. He truly had said these words, to Xu Yourong, to the little Black Dragon, to himself many times.
"Even if it really is your fate, if We do not let you die, you cannot die."
The Tianhai Divine Empress said.
At Mount Han, Xu Yourong had said that she would not let him die.
At the bottom of New North Bridge, the little Black Dragon had also said that she would not let him die.
The feeling the Tianhai Divine Empress gave when she said these words was naturally very different.
Because when she said she could do it.
Even if her opponent was called Fate.
"I believe in fate, but I have never respected it."
The Tianhai Divine Empress gazed at the starry sky, expressionlessly saying, "Since I want to defy the heavens and change fate, I naturally cannot respect it, only use it."
Chen Chang Sheng recalled the first sentence that Wang Zhi Ce had written in his notebook.
They were all truly extraordinary people. Their attitudes towards fate might be a little different, but they were essentially the same.
At this time, the wind and rain stopped, the night clouds gradually dispersed, revealing the true appearance of the stars, but the fate hidden behind them was unknown.
The Tianhai Divine Empress gazed at the starry sky and said, "If the Heavenly Dao wants you to die, We want you to live. If the Heavenly Dao says that you do not die, We want to die. Then We will fight with it and see just who is stronger."
She then drew back her gaze and gazed at the world outside the Mausoleum of Books. "As for these people, in the end, they are nothing more than jumping clowns."
With these words, a wind curled around the Mausoleum of Books, blowing up a corner of her robe.
She was still standing on the peak of the Mausoleum of Books, but Chen Chang Sheng felt like she had already gone a thousand li away.
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Tens of thousands of li away, in Xining Village, in the dead of night, the small stream gurgled.
Fish quietly rested in the crevices of the rocks. Flower petals drifted down from upstream, circling around a pair of bare feet that were as white as jade, no longer leaving.
The monk lowered his head, gazing pensively at the flowers and fish in the clear stream.
The sound of footsteps came from the stream bank. It was very calm, very soothing, yet it seemed to contain countless storms and thunder.
The fish at the bottom of the stream scattered in fright, burrowing deeper into the crevices, yet they could not find a path. They constantly collided against the sharp edges of the rocks, drawing blood.
The fish blood dispersed in the stream, dyeing those flower petals dark red. Those flower petals left his bare feet and met in the small eddies on the surface of the stream.
The monk pondered for a few moments, then raised his head to look at the other side of the stream, his expression very solemn.
The Tianhai Divine Empress held her hands behind her back and stood by the stream bank, expressionlessly gazing at him.
To her soul, the distance of tens of thousands of li could be traversed with a single thought.
The monk raised his left foot from the stream and bent it under his body. The thumb of his left hand joined with the ring thumb, seeming to touch but not to touch, forming a lotus seal.
In his right hand was a string of dark brown prayer beads, slowly turning on their own. As the prayer beads moved, the true meaning of time was preserved.
He gazed at the Tianhai Divine Empress, his lips slightly parted as he began to chant.
The scripture he chanted was rather special. It was not a common Daoist scripture, but rather a rather cryptic character. The tone was also rather strange, its rise and fall having its own rhythm.
This was a Buddhist hymn.
The legacy of the Buddhist sect on this continent had long since been severed, but the Tianhai Divine Empress had some understanding of this. The black hair by her temples moved despite the lack of wind, as if she was pondering something.
As the Buddhist hymn rose, the flower petals in the eddies on the surface of the stream began to fuse even tighter, gradually merging into lotus flowers.
An extremely clear Sacred Light gradually seeped out from the layers upon layers of flower petals.
The Tianhai Divine Empress stood by the stream bank, yet she seemed to be standing high up in the night sky.
What had come to Xining Village was not her true body, but the projection of her soul in space, moving with her spiritual will, incomparably tall.
An indescribable pressure exuded from her body. Her eyes became abnormally bright, like real stars.
The lotus flowers in the stream gradually left the eddies and drifted in all directions. A few drifted towards her, but even more drifted towards the other side of the stream.
The monk's expression turned even more solemn. The prayer beads in his hand rotated even more slowly, as though mountains were moving between his palms.
The stream became absolutely still, no longer showing any signs of flowing. The trees by the stream also seemed to want to become still, but they were suddenly blown about by the furious wind and swayed.
The Tianhai Divine Empress looked at the monk and said, "Since you dared to return, then don't think about leaving again."
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The thousands of families were still asleep, but the Daoist was still awake.
He gazed in the direction of the Mausoleum of Books, a hint of solemnity appearing on his face, and then he turned and left.
The rain had already lightened. He turned and walked into the darkness, his destination unknown.
In the next moment, his figure appeared by the Bridge of Helplessness on the Luo River.
He took out a very exquisite and small hourglass from his sleeve and placed it on the railing.
The passage of time was noiseless and often very easy to overlook, until all sorts of tools of measurement appeared.
The hourglass was unquestionably the most primitive tool of measuring time, but it was precisely because it was primitive that it was reliable.
The Daoist calmly gazed at the hourglass, knowing that in another twenty-seven breaths, his opponent would be able to confirm his true position.
A thin stream of sand poured down from the upper half of the hourglass. Just when it was about to completely drain away, the Daoist vanished once more.
Right after he vanished, a cold Qi appeared on the Bridge of Helplessness. The Luo River responded, rippling and then rapidly calming. A few shards of ice even appeared on the surface of the river.
A black shadow appeared where the Daoist had previously stood. It was the ruyi at the Tianhai Divine Empress's waist.
An extremely powerful soul seemed to be concealed within the ruyi. It was no longer an inanimate object and was currently searching for the Daoist.
In that cold cave at the bottom of New North Bridge, a black-clothed girl was sleeping. For some reason, the cinnabar wound between her eyebrows seemed particularly bright.
At this time, the Daoist had already arrived outside a mutton bun shop on the northwest side of the capital.
He glanced at the hourglass in his hand and knew that this time, he could only stay for twenty-three breaths of time.
The time needed for the Tianhai Divine Empress to confirm his true position was getting shorter and shorter. This also meant that she was getting closer and closer to discovering his true position.
If she could confirm the Daoist's position, she would assuredly kill him with all her strength.
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The Tianhai Divine Empress stood at the peak of the Mausoleum of Books, calmly gazing in the direction of the Li Palace.
A very long time had passed tonight, and it would not be long until dawn.
Yet the Li Palace had remained extremely quiet. The old man who lived there, the old man that she had to treat with caution, had never made a single sound.
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Zhu Luo, Guan Xingke, Bie Yanghong, Wuqiong Bi, these powerful figures who had arrived with the storm had all heard the Tianhai Divine Empress's voice.
The fifteen princes of the Chen clan that had taken advantage of the darkness to sneak into the capital, as well as those already restless opponents, had also heard her voice.
The voice was very indifferent, but it was also peerlessly tyrannical.
Previously, Daoist Ji had said that she did not dare to eat Chen Changsheng because she was timid, afraid to gamble, afraid of the existence of the Heavenly Dao.
Yet she actually disdained to use the fruit that was Chen Changsheng to gamble on the direction of the Heavenly Dao. She wanted to gamble with the Heavenly Dao!
Besides a few experts, no one knew that the Divine Empress's soul had already traveled tens of thousands of li. Her most powerful magical artifact was currently searching the streets of the capital for traces of her enemies. As the crowd watched her quietly stand with her hands held behind her at the peak of the Mausoleum of Books, they felt an irrepressible tremble in the depths of their hearts.
That place was the highest point of the capital, the highest point of the world, because she had already stood there for more than two hundred years.
In the distance, the ground suddenly began to tremble. The accumulated rainwater began to splash into the air, scattering in all directions.
The plains rumbled with thunder. Occasionally, a bolt of lightning would flash there, illuminating the indistinct figures of countless cavalry.
The thunder was real, and it was also the sound of hooves.
Besides Snowhold Pass and the other fortresses in the north that needed to be heavily defended, tens of thousands of the Great Zhou's most elite cavalry, under the command of eleven Divine Generals, were advancing towards the capital!
They were all the Tianhai Divine Empress's most loyal subordinates in her reign over this world, as well as her most powerful military force.
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(On October 7, the Shanghai Book City will be holding a book signing for the simplified version of Heaven's Chosen Record. If everyone has the time, come and play. There is a place to register on the front page of Qidian.)
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