This so-called accident was because a few human or demon experts had appeared on the continent at the time.
Those experts were far too powerful, so powerful that they were somewhat excessive. They even surprised the entire world and did not place the Dragon race in their eyes at all.
For example, the legendary Grand Scholar Tungus of the Demon race was especially fond of using dragon blood to conduct research. In his long and dull life, countless dragons had died in that laboratory in Xuelao City that could not see the sun but was always aimed at the moon. Some of the weaker Black Frost Dragons would even drop out of the sky in fright upon hearing his name. Another example was the previous master of the Mountain Sea Sword, who had once engaged in vicious battles with several evil dragons in the mountains and seas. It was said that the sea that had been dyed red later on produced particularly precious sea cucumbers. Another example was the strongest Black Frost Dragon in the past one thousand years that obtained the friendship of the Demon Lord in Xuelao City was ultimately transformed by Zhou Dufu into that mountain range in the Garden of Zhou.
Another example was that person called Su Li.
Back in the snowy hot springs, when the little Black Dragon first laid eyes on Su Li, she had almost been scared to death.
She could clearly sense that this person had once killed many dragons.
Those who dared to slay dragons were not necessarily true warriors, because they could fail. Only those who succeeded in slaying dragons could be called powerful.
Then what did someone like Su Li, who had made a special trip to the distant Southern Sea to ascertain just how powerful the Dragon race was and had slain countless dragons with his sword?
Fine, he had always been an indescribable accident, an exception that bordered on madness. He could not be judged by common sense.
The little Black Dragon did not know who Shang Xingzhou was, but she could sense that this powerful Daoist priest was also an accident, so she had purposely mentioned that matter of the past. In her view, even if the vicious reputation of the Dragon race could not frighten him into retreating, the mention of a legendary name like Wang Zhice should at least make him feel deep veneration.
Shang Xingzhou's response was very calm and indifferent, completely beyond her expectations.
"The rumors say that you have a very cruel personality, often eating people at the slightest disagreement. After you came ashore from the south, countless villages and cities were turned into ruins by you." He calmly looked at her, like an elder looking at a naughty child. He indifferently said, "But when I saw you in the Frost Flower Shop, I knew that the rumors were not true."
The Frost Flower Shop was a very obscure place in the capital. Chen Changsheng knew it because Mo Yan's Orange Garden was there. Ordinary people would find it very difficult to remember. But how could the little Black Dragon forget? Hundreds of years ago, she was captured by the experts of the imperial court of the Great Zhou Dynasty. She lay powerlessly on the ground, gasping for breath. The surface of the bridge was covered with a thin layer of frost. That damned scholar surnamed Wang walked over from the other end of the bridge. The footprints he left behind were like blooming flowers …
That was how the Frost Flower Shop got its name.
"Back then … you saw me?" The little Black Dragon looked at Shang Xingzhou, the unease and fear in her heart transforming into an intense wariness.
"Of course I've seen you before. The chains that Wang Zhice used to bind you were borrowed from me."
Shang Xingzhou looked down at her feet.
Between her feet was a chain that looked a little short, but was actually very long. It formed a sharp contrast with the white snow.
She stepped barefoot on the snow-covered grass as if she couldn't feel the cold, but when she heard Shang Xingzhou's words, she felt cold.
Shang Xingzhou continued, "This chain is a treasure of the Li Palace. Junior Brother was able to pull it out of the wall, but he couldn't break it."
The little Black Dragon and Chen Changsheng silently glanced at each other.
It was said that time was the most powerful and history the heaviest, and all this heaviest strength was contained in Shang Xingzhou's words.
The Elder of Heavenly Secrets had passed away, the Pope had returned to the sea of stars, the Demon Lord had fallen into the abyss, and Wang Zhice had secluded himself from the world. There was no one left who had the right to speak to him about the past.
From this perspective, he was history, was time. It was just that in those past years, he had not written down his name.
"My companions and comrades have died one after another, and there's still one hiding in the mountains like a ghost, so I can no longer continue to hide."
Shang Xingzhou looked at the two of them, feeling rather emotional as if he was thinking of some story from long ago. He leisurely said, "Because we are both Protectors."
Chen Changsheng understood what he meant.
No matter how much mutual deception and cruel schemes there were, no one could deny that at the very beginning, Emperor Taizong and the ministers of the Lingyan Pavilion were a group of complete idealists. They had thrown away their heads and spilled their blood in order to put an end to the chaos of the world, to expel the demons, and to become the protectors of the continent.
Shang Xingzhou was not only a witness to that magnificent era, but also a person who had personally experienced it.
He had always been one of these idealists. His reputation was not prominent, but he played an extremely important role. Emperor Taizu had allied with the current Pope, Emperor Taizong had ultimately obtained the full support of the Li Palace in the coup of the Hundred Herb Garden, and those cruel stories related to the Lingyan Pavilion. Presumably, they all had something to do with him.
Those comrades and companions of the past had either died, been killed by Emperor Taizong and him, or left. In short, after a long thousand years, he was the only one left. Even if he was the only one left, it was precisely because he was the only one left that he naturally had to shoulder the fates and responsibilities of his companions.
He wanted to become the Protector of the continent, he wanted to carry out Emperor Taizong's final decree, he wanted to realize the ideals of his companions.
The Human race would be unified, the Demon race would bow their heads, and the world would be united for thousands of generations.
"No one can stop me.
"And no one should stop me.
"Including you."
Shang Xingzhou calmly and firmly said to Chen Changsheng.
Chen Changsheng didn't know what to say.
At this moment, the cry of a crane resounded through the night sky.
A White Crane had returned from the south and answered in his place.
… …
… …
A gentle wind blew. It was very cold to ordinary people, but to the two people and one dragon beneath the great banyan tree, it could only be considered cool and refreshing.
The snow on the lake rustled in the wind like withered leaves that had long ago been buried at the bottom of the snow.
The starless night was not cold, nor was it dark, because no matter how the court changed, the lights of the ten thousand households of the capital would always illuminate the world. It had already been countless years.
The White Crane had brought with it a letter from Xu Yourong, expressing Holy Maiden Peak's fearless stance.
Madam Mu left in her deer carriage, expressing White Emperor City's stance.
The stances of Mount Li and Scholartree Manor did not need to be asked.
As for the most crucial Orthodoxy, even if many people were willing to support Shang Xingzhou, in front of the Pope's final decree, who would dare to openly oppose him?
After a somewhat oppressive silence, Shang Xingzhou spoke once more.
"When I picked you up by the stream, I once said that your fate was very bad."
He looked at Chen Changsheng and said, "Now it seems that I was wrong."
The young Daoist from Xining Village had now become the youngest Pope in all of history.
In his mother's womb, his sun wheel had been destroyed, so he should not have lived past twenty. But now, his meridians had been rebuilt, his star openings perfect, and his path of cultivation was smooth and level.
He had the support of the entire Orthodoxy, the support of many factions, and even a Protector.
Anyone could see that his fate was very good and worthy of praise.
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