Ze Tian Ji

As the divine doctor most skilled in the medical arts in that period of the Great Zhou Dynasty, to receive an imperial decree to visit and treat a great minister or famed general who was seriously ill was seemingly a very ordinary matter.

But thinking about it from the other way, it could also be said that not long after Daoist Ji visited those great ministers and famed generals on the order of Emperor Taizong, those people whose accomplishments would go down in history, one by one, returned to the sea of stars. And if one further considered that Daoist Ji was a legitimate successor of the Orthodoxy and after many years would reinstate his true name of Shang Xingzhou to wield power over the Orthodox Academy while secretly attempting to overthrow the Divine Empress’s rule…

”I think…Teacher was probably Emperor Taizong’s must trusted confidant.”

After Chen Changsheng said these words, he suddenly felt that the autumn wind blowing in from the window was somewhat chilly.

The room was quiet for a very long time.

If this matter really could be traced back to Taizong’s era, if it really extended towards that distant and unknown continent, then it was far too complex.

Although he and she were no ordinary young man and woman, they were still two people who would not turn seventeen until two months later. They had no idea what exactly happened all those many years ago, so how could they see through this thick and heavy fog?

”At the moment, we can only be sure that His Holiness bears you no ill will,” Xu Yourong stated.

Chen Changsheng nodded. This was a fact he had only confirmed after taking an enormous risk, but in truth, he still did not completely understand why the Pope had stayed his hand at that moment.

If it really was as the Pope had said and his body contained an innumerable quantity of Sacred Light, eating him would allow one to reach an unimaginable level and obtain a truly Grand Liberation, thus transcending the hardships of life and death. Even the Demon Lord was willing to risk entering Mount Han to eat him, so how could the Pope control himself?

Senior Yu Ren had said before that only a Saint could resist the allure of his blood. Resisting here spoke of ability, not necessarily will.

If Chen Changsheng himself were confronting this sort of situation, even he did not know how he would choose.

Just what was more important than this in the Pope’s heart? It was naturally not authority.

He silently thought, it could only be the future of humanity.

Xu Yourong knew what he was thinking and answered, ”It’s out of reverence.”

A figure like the Pope had already reached the pinnacle in terms of both cultivation and status. What could he possibly revere?

The common people raised their heads and saw the starry sky as well as that light in its deepest depths.

Perhaps that light was virtue, or principles, or romantic love, or familial love, or a bowl of noodles with fried egg, or the blood within one’s body, two loves deeply intertwined.

Not all people would preserve this sort of reverence.

Xu Yourong believed that Chen Changsheng’s teacher did not.

To still preserve this reverence in one’s heart even though one stood at the peak, this sort of person was truly extraordinary.

From beginning to end, from heaven to earth, from light to shadow, to revere nothing, this sort of person was truly terrifying.

Up until now, that person remained in the shadows. It was only known that he would assuredly use Chen Changsheng, but not what he would use Chen Changsheng for.

”I still insist on my opinion from Mount Han.”

Xu Yourong continued, ”We should tell everything to the Empress.”

Chen Changsheng quietly gazed out the window, saying nothing for a very long time.