Ten thousand li away, in Xining's old temple, the night stream was silent.
The Tianhai Divine Empress gazed at the monk across the stream and said, "You should be keenly aware of who I have always been wary of."
The prayer beads in the monk's palm stopped moving, his eyes still closed. He indifferently said, "They have never gone to the other side, so they naturally cannot imagine what you are thinking."
She replied, "I have also never gone."
At this time, she was still at the peak of the Mausoleum of Books, but her gaze was tens of thousands of li away.
No matter how far they were, as long as there was a connection of Qi between the heavens and the earth, her soul could personally come.
It was that she by the stream.
The monk pondered this, then said, "Reasonable."
The Tianhai Divine Empress asked him, "Is this not the situation you most desired to see?"
The monk said, "I never imagined what I might see in advance."
The Tianhai Divine Empress calmly gazed at him and asked, "You are Crown Prince Jiancheng's son? Grandson? "
A nostalgic look appeared on the monk's face. After a moment of silence, he softly said, "Crown Prince Jiancheng is my father."
The Tianhai Divine Empress arched her brows and asked, "We do not understand why your descendants would ally with him. After all, he is Emperor Taizong's black dog."
The monk slowly said, "No amount of resentment can surpass time and the desire to return home. We want to return."
The Tianhai Divine Empress asked, "But have you ever thought that you might be the forerunners of the other race?"
After a moment of silence, the monk shook his head. "The descendants are not other races. This is our homeland. No one has the right to stop our return."
The Tianhai Divine Empress asked, "Do you dare to confirm that the other races on that continent will not have disloyal thoughts?"
The monk fell silent, no longer speaking.
The clear water of the stream had long since been frozen by the souls of these two powerful figures.
The lotuses formed from blood floated east and west on the surface of the water. The trees by the stream were sometimes still and sometimes moving in the wind.
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After an autumn rain and a chill, the grass that had still been green yesterday was now completely yellow.
Daoist Ji stood in the grass up to his knees, sensing the distance between him and the black jade ruyi. He once again gazed at the Mausoleum of Books and said, "Abdicate, just like Su Li, leave this world."
The Tianhai Divine Empress drew back her gaze from the stream tens of thousands of li from Xining Village and said, "These sons of mine want to become Emperor, Chen Guansong wants to leave his name in the annals of history, Yin is trapped by the words' salvation ', the White Emperor wants to battle with the Demon Lord, but what about you? I still don't understand what you're trying to achieve by doing so much. "
Daoist Ji expressionlessly said, "This is the will of His Majesty Emperor Taizong. Moreover, you promised me and Junior Brother that you would return the throne to the Chen clan."
The Tianhai Divine Empress replied, "I only have one son. He suffered the wrath of the heavens, and in my womb, his sun wheel was destroyed."
At this point, she glanced at Chen Changsheng, then glanced at some other place in the Mausoleum of Books.
"No matter who my son is, whether he is pure, simple, stupid, or crippled, if he ascends to the throne, who will rule the world?"
The Tianhai Divine Empress gazed in the direction of the Autumn Plains and mockingly said, "When the time comes, who will be the true Emperor? Those good-for-nothings and bastards, or you? "
Daoist Ji said nothing, not answering this question.
The night wind blew across the wilderness. The yellow grass swayed in the wind, like a rice paddy, but there was no fragrance, only the smell of decay after being soaked in the rain.
"After saying so many uninteresting things, after seeing so many uninteresting people and matters, in the end, all of you still have to kill Us."
As the Tianhai Divine Empress said these words, she finally moved.
She took a step forward, her hands that had always been held behind her back slowly opening.
There were no longer any drops of rain falling from the night sky, but when she opened her hands, a few droplets of rain drifted over from some place in the wind and landed in her palm.
She lowered her head to glance at the pearl-like droplets of water in her palm, then raised her head, gazing at this world that had already caused her extreme irritation.
"Then, who dares to kill Us?"
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Tonight's situation had already undergone a heaven-toppling transformation.
The Imperial Design was silent, the sounds of killing rose from all over the capital, and fire and smoke would occasionally rise. In the distant plains, some armies were as still as statues guarding a tomb, while some armies were still in turmoil. This world had already broken free from the Tianhai Divine Empress's control. Even those ministers most loyal to her and members of her family had chosen to abandon her.
There was no question that the situation she faced was already extremely vile.
Yet she was completely fearless. She looked at the supreme experts surrounding the Mausoleum of Books, looked at all the enemies of the world, and said these words.
Who dares to kill Us?
These four words were truly tyrannical to the extreme, arrogant to the extreme. They echoed through the quiet streets of the Mausoleum of Books and the capital, not stopping for a long time, but no one dared to answer.
After an unknown period of time, a voice finally rang out.
It was the sound of stone being crushed, very much like the sound of teeth clashing, very much like the sound of bones bearing countless weights.
Clack clack clack.
Zhu Luo stood up from his wheelchair, his gaze moving up the white Divine Path, ultimately resting on the peak of the Mausoleum of Books.
"I'll do it."
When he said these three words, there was no sense of impassioned emotion. They were very flat, light like water.
Perhaps this was because he was keenly aware of what his end was, or perhaps it was because after opening Su Li's letter in the Myriad Willows Garden, he had always been waiting for this end.
Zhu Luo, one of the Storms of the Eight Directions, the Sect Master of the Emotion-Severing Sect, a powerful figure of Tianliang County. Just as Su Li had said in Xunyang City, he could die, but he could not be defeated.
Now that he had been defeated and crippled, how could he regret death?
He had come to the capital tonight precisely to throw away his life. He wanted to use his death to obtain the greatest benefit for his clan and sect.
"What do you want?"
Daoist Ji's voice drifted over from the distance. It was no longer in the autumn plains to the north of the city, but seemed to have gone to an even farther place.
Zhu Luo used his left hand to grasp the hilt of the sword at his waist and expressionlessly said, "I want the Wang clan to never be able to rise again."
He did not say which Wang clan, but everyone knew which Wang clan he was speaking of.
The Wang clan of Tianliang County had long since declined, and now only one person remained.
Zhu Luo wanted the Wang clan to never be able to rise again, and what he was targeting was that person and that blade.
Daoist Ji's voice did not immediately rise. Instead, it took a while for him to respond.
It was very obvious that Zhu Luo's request before his death was somewhat troublesome even for him.
"Fine, I promise you."
Hearing these words, some expression finally appeared on Zhu Luo's face, and his body also straightened up a little.
He walked forward, his slow footsteps breaking through the shallow water that had accumulated on the stone platform, gradually forming a unique rhythm.
He arrived at the base of the Divine Path and slowly unsheathed his sword.
A powerful Qi followed the unsheathing of the bright sword, spreading out and filling the world.
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