Passing through the entire wedding scene.
Ye Que and Ye Zhengru stared at each other.
Ye Que caught Ye Zhengru's gaze earnestly. Reflected in his eyes were a sense of inquiry, curiosity, bewilderment, and even hatred. Even after dominating the Three Realms in his previous life, one regret remained in him: he never managed to meet Ye Zhengru. It was also his heartache.
Ye Que's eyeballs remained motionless. Ever since he started looking at the old man, it felt as if his gaze had become frozen.
On the other hand, the faraway Ye Zhengru didn't harbor many thoughts. In Luoyang City, even in the entire glorious Tang Empire, there were countless people who admired him or even considered him their target. He had gotten used to this kind of gaze a long time ago.
His gaze was no longer as sharp as it had been in the past—in fact, his eyesight had worsened.
Even so, it took him one glance for a faint voice to
The seventh day of the seventh month. It was close to 11 pm. The Imperial Palace of the glorious Tang Empire, the Forbidden City. The little monk that walked into Luoyang during the day was now standing tall on the roof of the Ziluo Golden Palace with his hands clasped behind his back and pale green kasaya billowing in the air. It made for an incredibly peculiar scene. On the worshipping square several kilometers away from the Ziluo Golden Palace, the Emperor of the glorious Tang Empire was leading a dozen or more of his cabinet ministers. He waved his hand and looked at his ministers. "Is this the person the astronomer of the Star-harvesting 18-storey Tower?" "In response to Your Highness: This person is called Zhai Xingzi. Even though he looks about eight or nine, he's more than 60 years old. He's the most senior astronomer in the Star-harvesting 18-storey Tower. If even he fails to calculate where the River Soldiers would be
"I have bought the Peony Pavilion, along with the rest of the other buildings and premises adjacent to it, Brother Ye," Qian Shuxiao muttered suddenly, still plopped in his seat in Ye Que's dwelling. "The Peony Pavilion?" Ye Que managed. He was caught off-guard by the name. "The place we were first met," Qian Shuxiao described, further expounding more on the realization of his vision, "The preliminary phase of its renovations is almost complete. I wish to open it to the public in a few days." "Open it to the public? What are you doing with it?" Ye Que asked, the feeling of dread growing stronger with every word. "A seminary for our Divine Sect!" "I wish to start a Divine Sect Seminary!" "This seminary shall be where we, the students of the Divine Sect, meet," said Qian Shuxiao, the excitement and fervor evident in his eyes. Ye Que took in Qian Shuxiao's present demeanor with exasperatio
"The great Divine Tool—the River Soldiers will appear soon!" "It will manifest at the Imperial Mausoleum, at the ley lines of the imperial sovereignty!" On the very same day the Emperor had received the results of his seers' and soothsayers' auguries, word of the prophecy began leaking quietly out of the imperial city into the public through various channels. Like the faint trembling spreading from the centermost skeins of a vast spider web, the news caused ripples in the domains of the Cultivation World and the Five Main Tribes of Demon Race alike; the news was readily available to anyone who had an ear to it. The site of the Imperial Mausoleum, with its restrictions and the various dangers that skulked within, became known to anyone interested. What should have been a carefully-guarded secret had become as public as a flaming brand in the dark. It was no longer a secret; but a general knowledge to everyone, even the common fo
At the head of the Bridge of Long Life. Thirty-two soldiers of the Ye Clan guarded the bridge, casting stern glances upon the group of curious onlookers that began to crowd around them, as many of the people began clamoring distastefully at the blockade. "What's going on at the front? Why are you barring the road? This is outrageous!" A man shouted loudly at the soldiers. "The Ministry of War is conducting an investigation. No irrelevant personnel is allowed to pass until further notice," growled the sergeant of in charge of the troop. "Irrelevant personnel? What irrelevant personnel? I used this road every day! In what way are we irrelevant people here." "Anyone without the authorization pass issued by the Ministry of War is considered irrelevant personnel." "My house is just at the street in front. How am I supposed to go with you fools barring the road?" Another voice yelled over the boisterous di
"Mister, I wish that you never stop improving, and I wish that the Divine Sect Seminary is here to stay forever." Zhao Ting was the first person to walk on Yong'an Street and into the doors of the Divine Sect Seminary. He stood respectfully before Ye Que, completely devoid of the mannerisms of a young master of the Grand Preceptor's residence, and he even seemed a little emotional in fact. Just as he finished speaking, dozens of people came walking in one after another, including Bai Yu, Yun Feihe, Shi Lei and Leng Wuxin. They wore innocent expressions, and they had silly grins that belied their innate pride at the success of their friend. What they had just done was indeed very cool, but logically speaking, it was also extremely harmful to them. Zhao Ting could end up losing his authority in Zhao Manor, and Bai Yu could be demoted beyond Judicator. Even Leng Wuxin could be stripped of his post as second in command.
In the deepest corner of everyone's mind was memory so painful that we wished we could keep forever locked, never to resurface again. Everyone had dreams, however, especially nightmares. Those painful memories would frequently appear in our nightmares, causing to wake up from shock. As time went by, the nightmares became more terrible, and the memories turned darker, before the dreams became vivid. Ye Que suffered from a vivid nightmare like that once. It haunted him for decades, and it became a mental issue when he was ascending, nearing killing him. It originated from a fragment of his memories. Then, Ye Que was still an infant. It was still midwinter in his dreams, and the weather was extremely cold. Huge flakes of snow were falling from the sky, and his surroundings were all white. His eyes were blinded by the dazzling snow, and everything around him was covered by it. He could feel that his face
The sounds of the evening were melodious, and the distant mountains gradually faded away from sight. The clouds looked like burning coals, and there was a faint darkness around them. Heaven and Earth seemed to have been separated as one gazed out of the third storey of the Divine Sect Seminary. If one gazed below, one would see huge crowds of people, horses and carriages. If one gazed above, one could see the Sun setting. They had finished speaking and drinking their tea, and remained silent for a while. Ye Zhengru coughed softly after a long while and stood up slowly. He placed one hand on his cane, and raised the other toward the skies, before pausing and bringing it down to Ye Que's shoulder. He patted his son twice, neither lightly nor heavily. "I'm old, and can't sit for long," Ye Zhengru said softly before turning around and walking out slowly. He stopped after taking two steps and continued, "I couldn't make decisions fo
The Divine Sect Seminary was obviously not a heavenly paradise. How could a place situated in the worldly Luoyang City become a gateway to Heaven? Those 17 civilians managed to enter a meditative state so quickly because of Ye Que's help. The path that Ye Que bashed through after studying the Divine Book was no ordinary one leading to the Psychic Realm. It was not exaggerating to call it a path to Heaven. Of course, it was not the Heaven in the skies, but the 'Heaven' of Spiritual Energy. Normally, practitioners would train their True Energy, but Ye Que cultivated his Divine Energy. The difficulty of breaking through was unavoidable. Similarly, in the process of breaking through, the environment around him was also be more or less affected. Everything Ye Que took a step forward, he swung his saber once, and every time he did that, a seal script would be slashed into pieces. It would delay the Spiritu