In the past, Chen Changsheng's fate was very bad, but later on, his fate was very good. To put it another way, his fate had been changed.
On that night at the peak of the Mausoleum of Books, the Tianhai Divine Empress had defied the heavens and changed his fate.
From that moment on, his path of cultivation was smooth. The shadow that had hung over his head for ten-some years vanished, leaving only light.
Of course, as his fate and status changed, he encountered some new trials that he could never have imagined back then. Even with the Divine Staff in hand, becoming master of the Orthodoxy was still extremely difficult. Fortunately, the Pope had already made many arrangements for him upon his return to the sea of stars, already smoothing out the road ahead as much as possible.
From a certain perspective, the Pope had also changed his fate.
In order to place this mighty legacy in Chen Changsheng's hands, the Pope had made an extremely meticulous and appropriate design. Putting aside the rainbow in the Li Palace or the figure that had vanished from the prayer mat in the Orange Garden, just the starlight in the well of New North Bridge and the three green leaves on the stone wall were enough to show his painstaking care.
The Pope had chosen the little Black Dragon to be Chen Changsheng's Protector naturally because she was sufficiently powerful. Besides experts of the Divine Domain, there were few people on the continent that could defeat her. However, an even more important reason was still her identity. She was the Princess of the Black Frost Dragon tribe that had helped the Demi-human race establish their kingdom countless years ago.
The White Emperor couple had probably known a long time ago that a Black Frost Dragon had been imprisoned near the Imperial City by the humans, but they had never expressed any opinion on this matter. Perhaps it was because it had been too long ago, or perhaps it was because the so-called sentiment could never rival value. The Pope did not care about this and directly rescued her, forcing White Emperor City to accept this favor.
Even if the White Emperor couple wanted to pretend to be deaf and mute, the tribes and elders on the two shores of the Red River would not agree.
The Pope had always conducted himself like the bright moon and cool wind. In his entire life, he had never played with any schemes or schemes, but he had still lived in this world for one thousand years and had a deep understanding of human nature.
There was no difference between the Demi-human race and the Human race in this aspect.
He had calculated correctly.
The little Black Dragon left the well of New North Bridge and walked through the snowstorm to the Orthodox Academy.
Madam Mu sighed and rode the seven-colored deer carriage out of the capital.
Even now, Chen Changsheng still could not completely understand the Pope's painstaking care. He was too young. Even though he was well-read in the Daoist Canon and remembered many legends and stories, he found it very difficult to connect them to the present. Therefore, after hearing Shang Xingzhou's next few words, he was still stunned for a long time before he understood the meaning behind it.
"Do you know who Yin's protector was?"
"I don't know."
"Chen Xuanba."
This was an answer that no one would have thought of.
Over the past thousand years, there were only two names that shined the brightest on this continent.
One was Zhou Dufu, the other was Emperor Taizong.
But before Chen Xuanba died, no one dared to say that Zhou Dufu and Emperor Taizong could dominate this world. Compared to the long river of history, in the past ten years, which seemed abnormally short, he had been able to compete with these two people in different fields. Each of them was outstanding, dazzling, and brilliant.
Such a person could be said to be unparalleled in the world.
Even if the Pope had been a legitimate successor of the Daoist faith, logically speaking, he still did not have the right to have such an extraordinary hegemon act as his Protector.
Unless there was something hidden in this matter.
"Chen Xuanba should be your ancestor. It's even possible that you are the essence blood he left in this world to rebuild yourself. Thus, Yin is repaying his debt."
Shang Xingzhou asked, "Do you understand his meaning now?"
Chen Changsheng was quiet for a very long time, then nodded his head.
The Pope's love and pity could come from many places, like repaying a debt, or feeling guilty, or a promise.
In this aspect, he had not thought too deeply about it, but he had always understood the meaning behind the Pope's arrangements.
His master did not like him and wanted him dead, but this did not mean that he also wanted him dead.
This also meant that he and Shang Xingzhou did not necessarily have to fight to the death.
If he continued to stay in the capital, he would assuredly become a source of unrest, unless he decided to lead the Orthodoxy in war against the Imperial Court.
He naturally would not do this, because he could not find any reason.
Did he want to seize his senior brother's imperial throne?
As for sin … he was well aware that Shang Xingzhou had enough confidence in this aspect to answer his questions. The Imperial Court had just been established, so even if he wanted to do evil, he still did not have the chance. The ugly sin currently lay with Zhou Tong, and regardless of Chen Changsheng's emotional inclinations, Zhou Tong's sin should be placed more on the Tianhai Divine Empress.
Chen Changsheng turned to Shang Xingzhou and asked, "And Sir? Does Sir understand Martial Uncle's meaning? "
Shang Xingzhou said nothing.
After that long night of conversation and today, when he saw the little dragon walk out of the snowstorm, he completely understood Yin's meaning.
Just when did longevity become an obstacle in his heart? Perhaps it should also be calculated from that night in the Mausoleum of Books?
That year, when he had picked up, or received, the infant in the wooden basin by the stream, he had lamented that his fate was not good, because he already knew of his fate.
Before Chen Changsheng was born, his sun wheel had collapsed, and then the people of the other continent had poured an unimaginable amount of Sacred Light into his body. It was impossible for him to live past the age of twenty.
When he said to Chen Changsheng that he would defy the heavens and change his fate, he had naturally been deceiving him. He had never imagined that Chen Changsheng could successfully defy the heavens and change his fate. No matter how astonishing his talent was, after leaving Xining Village, he was still only a few years away from the age of twenty. Even if Zhou Dufu were reborn and Wang Zhice were corrupted, how could they possibly accomplish such a feat?
Reality proved that his view was correct. Even after the coup of the Mausoleum of Books, Chen Changsheng was still unable to defy the heavens and change his fate, not even a sliver of hope. He believed that Chen Changsheng would die, be eaten by Tianhai, or die of old age, but who could have imagined that Tianhai would surpass everyone's expectations and make such a choice?
If this was a game of chess that he had arranged, then Tianhai's death would be the decisive move. He believed that he had already obtained victory in this game, but when he looked at the chessboard, he was shocked to discover that a chess piece that should have been dead was still perfectly fine on the chessboard.
The chess piece that should have been dead was still alive, and the seemingly uninteresting endgame instantly began to undergo countless changes.
This chess piece on the chessboard seemed to have already transcended the boundaries of the chessboard. This made Shang Xingzhou feel extremely uneasy and wary.
Thus, on the Divine Path in the morning sun, he made a decision.
He wanted Chen Changsheng to die as quickly as possible, wanted this chess piece to disappear as quickly as possible.
So on the Divine Path, he did not even glance at Chen Changsheng.
Thus, there were so many things that happened afterwards.
It was only after that long night of conversation that he vaguely understood.
Because of the relationship between this chess piece and him, because of the Dao that he cultivated, he had placed too much importance on this chess piece and had used up too much of his energy.
Yin had spoken correctly.
Since they hated each other.
Meeting was better than not seeing each other.
Shang Xingzhou turned and walked out of the Orthodox Academy.
Just like that time on the Divine Path of the Mausoleum of Books, he did not glance at Chen Changsheng again.
The ten-some blue-clothed Daoists followed him out.
All of this had happened too suddenly, without the slightest warning.
Just then, a voice rang out in Chen Changsheng's sea of consciousness without the slightest warning.
"Go a little further."
"Don't let the capital see."
"Don't let the world see."
"Don't let me see."
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