Chapter 129: Departure
d somewhat hesitantly, "it's not necessarily about being first. Top ten would be... alright too."According to historical records, those who later descended from the heavens were generally not as power...The night in the Sea of Origin is indeed moonless.
Even the stars do not exist.
The star can only be seen during the day.
However, judging from the scene where Ryūjin takes his seat, Yuheng Xing is not the source of light in this world.
The stars and moon of the night, are all in their homeland.
The source world of the Sea Horse has its own complexities.
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But when the form dissipated, all that was left was a sense of loneliness.
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Five hundred years of loneliness in a foreign land.
Only a sliver of true spirit, wandering in the cracks of the world, a lonely existence.
For five hundred years, gazing at the moon, the moon has not seen me.
Has he ever regretted it
Su Qiyun caught the slowly falling Jishen Jade, and couldn't help but think of this question.
The spirit pearl now contains a sliver of the little fish's spirit. She clutches it tightly, afraid to lose it.
The frost has vanished.
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Only Jiang Wang's fireworks and Shenlong incense were still burning quietly.
Each of the three people had their own thoughts, and in this way, they waited until dawn.
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On the way to the Land of Divine Protection, there were no more unexpected incidents.
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The body of the Qingqi tree was sent back to the tribe, and there were cries of grief.
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This boisterous fellow, despite his outward appearance, actually gets along well with many people. Because people know, although he may seem shameless, he is actually kind-hearted.
Qingbaji looked up at the sky, unwilling to let anyone see his red eyes. They often quarreled and were at odds with each other, but they had never truly hated each other.
Qing Jiu Ye remained silent, simply taking the Qing Qi Shu from Jiang Wang's hands.
Qinghua looked at Qingqi's eternally closed eyes, her mouth moved, but she didn't say a word.
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She wasn't unwilling to speak, nor was she mute. As the Azure Saintess, serving the Dragon God, she was forbidden to speak to anyone besides the priests at important times. This was to prevent "contaminating" the divine will when delivering the Dragon God's messages.
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"Did Qi Shu say anything" Qing Jiu Ye asked.
His question, in fact, was for Tsinghua. It was also for the dead Qingqishu tree.
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After all, who doesn't know Qing Qi Shu's feelings for Qing Hua
“He said,” Jiang Wang said, “The Sea of Forests source realm is vast. After Qinghua, you can go to the end of the world to take a look.”
The blue and white porcelain did not lift its head.
A crowd parted to make way.
The old priest walked closer, trembling.
She is very old now, and she finds it difficult to walk.
In Jiang Wang's eyes, this image slowly overlapped with the beautiful and pure girl in Guan Yan's memory.
The old woman saw the body of Qingqi tree, paused for a moment, but then continued to walk forward.
There was a hint of deep sadness in her eyes, but it passed quickly.
She looked kindly at Jiang Wang and the other two: “You’ve worked hard.”
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She is the great-aunt of Qingqi tree, but also the priestess of the Senhai Holy Clan.
This extraordinary strength reminded Jiang Wang of what Guan Yan once said.
"Time is long, we all need to endure hardship. If she knew I still had a true spirit, she wouldn't be able to hold on."
For the Sea Saint Clan, how much did she bear, how much did she sacrifice
Apart from Guanyuan, no one else knows.
Now, only she among the Sea Saint Clan has experienced the dark times. Those sins and history weigh solely on her shoulders.
Once upon a time, she was also a girl who adored her sweetheart, with only gentleness in her eyes.
She single-handedly carried the entire Senhai Holy Clan forward, so she couldn't be weak, couldn't afford to be weak.
Jiang Wang looked at the person intently and said, “We’ll still trouble you to open the altar so we can leave from here.”
"Of course, this way please."
Su Qiyun and Wu Quji both kept silent, allowing Jiang Wang to speak on their behalf.
Before that, I'd like to go to the library. I have some doubts and need to find answers in the records of the nobility. Can I Jiang Wang asked.
The old priest hesitated for a moment: "Of course."
She ordered, "Qinghua, you lead the two envoys to the altar first and wait there."
Then he said to Jiang Wang, "Follow me."
Su Qiyun and Wu Quji both looked at Jiang Wang. Seeing him nod, they followed Qinghua as well.
Jiang Wang then followed the old woman toward the library of the Senhai Holy Race.
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He knew that the priest had deliberately come to lead him personally, there must be something he wanted to say.
"After returning from the Skull Forest, the other two messengers trust you very much. You must have made a great contribution when facing Yan Xiao. Perhaps, you are more outstanding than I imagined." The old woman chatted casually as she walked.
Jiang Wang didn't notice this himself.
“It’s everyone working together, all putting in a lot of effort,” he said.
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The old woman continued, "Suci was actually a young girl. Well, she was pretty."
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"During the battle, I was struck by Yan Xiao and my mask-concealing artifact shattered, that's when I realized..."
“I know that must be very difficult,” the old woman repeated. “Thank you for your hard work.”
Jiang Wang wasn't humble.
The brutality and hardship of the battle need no further explanation; the remains of Qingqi Shu's body speak volumes.
“I thought she would ask me about ‘Night Raid’, but she didn't.”
The old woman casually mentioned Su Qiyun's affairs, but after a pause, she suddenly said, "Did he leave something behind in the Hanging Skull Forest"
The one before her was Su Qiyun. The one after him, of course, is Guan Yan.
Out of tacit understanding or emotion, the old woman acutely sensed something.
Jiang Wang fell silent.
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Silence is the answer.
Unspeakable answer.
"I see," said the old woman.
She didn't let herself get too caught up in her emotions.
He always manages everything and takes good care of you. He's a reassuring man.
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"If you have a girl you like, you might as well learn from this."
She shook her head. "What you taught Qishu, it won't work."
Jiang Wang felt deeply embarrassed. He hadn't expected that all the ways he had wooed Meng Qingqi under the green willow tree would have reached this old woman's ears.
The bookstore has arrived.
The priest stopped under the tree and said, "I'll wait for you at the altar."
She did not ask Jiang Wang about his true purpose for coming to the study, nor did she ask if it was related to Guan Yan. She didn't ask what Guan Yan had left behind.
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She trusts Guan Yan's every decision.
Even if there are things hidden from her, it must stem from love.
Jiang Wang stood for a while, smoothing out the complex emotions in his heart, before stepping into the study. Following Guanyin's clues, he did indeed find a moon-white monk's robe.
There is nothing special about it.
Perhaps it hasn't decayed over such a long time because of something special about this bookshop.
Having put away his monk's robes, Jiang Wang left the place.
He didn't turn over a single page of the various records in the study.
Everything here has been sorted and organized by Guanyan. It's impossible to find any clues that Guanyan doesn't want them to find.
Before the altar of trees, a crowd thronged.
Jiang Wang had thought they would leave quietly, just as they had arrived silently.
At most, just a few people like Qingjiu Ye and Qingba Zhi whom I have contact with would come to send me off.
But to our surprise, almost the entire Sea Saint Clan showed up.
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The altar of the tree was packed.
Of course, all the members of the Sea Saint Clan are now less than three thousand.
It is far less extensive than the Dark Age that swept across the Origin World.
“All the members of the Sacred Clan, come to bid you farewell.” The elder priest stood before the altar and said to them: “Thank you for your contributions to the Senhai Sacred Clan, thank you for your self-sacrifice. May the Dragon God bless you.”
Jiang Wang, Su Qiyun, and Wu Quji stood on the altar, just like when they received the Dragon God's identity verification.
But what was different was that the altar was crowded with people.
Men, women, young and old.
People looked at them, filled with gratitude.
At this time, everyone bowed their heads and pressed their hands to their chests: “May the Dragon God protect you!”
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Only at this moment, in this sacred and solemn atmosphere, did Jiang Wang and the others truly feel that they had saved this place.at is called the matter of Zhíyún Mountain, in fact, involves the transmission from ancient times.The history of Lingxiao Pavilion has always been shrouded in mystery, seemingly founded by the Ye fami...