Ze Tian Ji

Edited by: Michyrr

Across several hundred years, this was the day in which the most Red Geese appeared in the capital.

A Red Goose would occasionally fly across the sky, leaving a trail in its wake.

A stream of shocking news followed these trails to various places.

The Heavenly Dao Academy, the Bureau of Ecclesiastic Education, the Prince of Xiang’s estate...

Those trails revealed the Li Palace’s formidable and callous will, expressed the stance of the young Pope.

Suddenly, the Red Geese scattered in a chorus of frightened cries.

The sky suddenly dimmed.

The people on the streets looked up and saw a massive shadow obscuring the sky.

The clouds roiled like raging waves as the shadow revealed its true body.

A black mountain ten-some li in length appeared in the sky.

The occasional ray of sunlight would be brightly reflected off the black mountains, as if they were bright mirrors.

The weather went cold and snowflakes began to fall. The capital seemed to have returned to winter.

This sight made the people recall the dread their ancestors had felt when they were dominated by dragons, and fear overcame them.

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The massive shadow drifted toward the Mausoleum of Books. It seemed slow, but it was actually traveling very fast.

The river around the Mausoleum of Books deepened in hue, giving off a much colder feeling.

The shadow did not continue to encroach upon the Mausoleum of Books through the main gate, nor did it use the southern gate. Instead, it passed over the river, that green orange grove, and the small courtyard that once had dried meat hanging from its roof beam. Finally, it crossed the shallow canals, ultimately shrouding all of the Mausoleum of Books.

Underneath the shadow was a person.

He had delicate features and clean eyes. He seemed extremely clean and fresh.

He wore the Divine Robe and held the Divine Staff. He exuded an aura of absolute divinity.

He was the manifestation of conviction, the supreme good who walked the mortal realm. He was the current Pope.

Very few people had ever seen Chen Changsheng like this.

The girls of South Stream Temple gaped in shock.

Xu Yourong slightly tilted her head and sized him up, the hint of a smile in her clean and cold eyes.

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Shang Xingzhou turned to face Chen Changsheng.

His gaze pierced through the countless sword intents of the South Stream Temple sword array, itself seeming to be sharp and awe-inspiring to the extreme.

But he had finally looked at Chen Changsheng.

On that year, as Chen Changsheng carried the Tianhai Divine Empress down from the Mausoleum of Books and he walked up to the peak, they had passed each other, each of them looking straight ahead.

Later on, he never again looked at his disciple, not even when they worked together in White Emperor City, not even when they had talked with each other three years ago in the Orthodox Academy. He had not truly been looking at him, instead indifferently regarding him from on high.

Today was the first time he was looking straight at Chen Changsheng.

His eyes were deep and obscured. Like that mountain within the Cloud Grave, it was simply impossible to see what they were really like.

But there was still an occasional ray of sunlight.

This was an expression of admiration.

And this was also the first time.

He felt that Chen Changsheng’s performance today was quite excellent.

Just when a problem had occurred at the Mausoleum of Books, the Li Palace had unleashed a thunderous blow and swiftly taken control of the capital.

The moment he chose and the toughness of his methods all showed that Chen Changsheng had truly matured.

From a certain perspective, one could even smell a hint of ruthlessness on him today.

These matters looked simple, but they were actually very difficult to pull off.

Chen Changsheng had spent these days in silence, seemingly uninvolved, but nobody would truly believe that he would do nothing.

Many eyes had been keeping an ever-present watch on the Li Palace.

Shang Xingzhou had always been looking at him.

Wang Zhice had also been looking.

Daoist Wu had been their eyes.

But Chen Changsheng had succeeded in hiding everything from them. From the situation, it seemed that even Xu Yourong had not known what he was thinking.

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When Shang Xingzhou was looking at Chen Changsheng and showing admiration for the first time, Wang Zhice was looking at that shadow enveloping the Mausoleum of Books.

He seemed to remember something from the past, and a nostalgic expression appeared on his face.

The shadow suddenly vanished, transforming into a sky of snow.

A black-clothed girl appeared in the snowstorm.

She had an indifferent expression and a face as beautiful as a painting. Her black dress exuded an extremely cold Qi.

Destroying Mount Mo, pacifying the princely estate, and using frost to dominate the Heavenly Dao Academy—she had played the most important role today in allowing the Li Palace to control the capital.

As a Black Frost Dragon, she might not have been mature, her Dao and soul unable to meld with the laws of the Divine Domain, but she was born with a divine attribute that disregarded the difference in levels. To put it another way, from the moment she was born, she was foreordained to become an expert of the Divine Domain.

The two old Guardians of the Tang clan and the old Daoist from the Monastery of Eternal Spring were all experts half a step from the Divine, but in terms of pure fighting power, they were still inferior to a high-class divine being like her. As for destructive power, there was no one on the continent that could compare to her, not even if Xu Yourong or Qiushan Jun completed their third awakenings.

Dragons had always been the most terrifying existences. Otherwise, Emperor Taizong and the Divine experts that he led would not have paid such an enormous price to force them to make an oath to the starry skies and sign that agreement, making them promise that they would never make landfall on the continent.

But that agreement did not include her name.

Because she had been imprisoned under New North Bridge at the time, and she had still been very young, so young that she did not even know the short form of her name.

The one who had imprisoned her beneath New North Bridge was Wang Zhice.

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"Zhusha, long time no see."

Wang Zhice smiled at the girl in black.

Zhusha was her short name, or perhaps it was better to call it her human name.

Even this name had been given by Wang Zhice, further reinforced into a habit by Qin Zhong and the others.

As she heard these words and saw that middle-aged scholar on which time seemed to have no effect, the black-clothed girl suddenly went pale.

She had imagined meeting this person many times, resentfully plotting her revenge.

But she had not imagined that meeting him again after several centuries would still fill her with fear.

She had been imprisoned underground by him for several hundred years, and he had even given her a name...

Those memories had truly been engraved on her bones. They were impossible to forget, and sent chills through her body.

Even she felt very cold, very afraid.

Her body began to tremble, the fragments of ice on her black dress clattering against each other.

At this moment, she looked like a lonely little girl.

She could destroy a mountain, pacify an estate, reverse the situation of the entire capital.

But Wang Zhice had only needed to say ’long time no see’ to send dread coursing through her body and deprive her of any strength to fight.

The river of time incessantly battered against its shores and dug down, digging so deep that the bottom could not be seen and it became an abyss.

A person like Wang Zhice could truly only be described as unfathomable as an abyss.

Chen Changsheng walked in front of the girl and blocked Wang Zhice’s gaze.

Wang Zhice quietly looked at him, his eyes still unfathomable as an abyss.

Chen Changsheng solemnly said, "She is not called Zhusha."

Wang Zhice calmly replied, "I do not think so."

Xu Yourong walked down and said to him, "Which is why I say that you’ve gone senile."