Chapter 134: To The Heavenly Palace, Jiang Minghuang's Astonishment

Inside the mirror.

A great night descended.

Gu Changqing stood proudly on the cliff, gazing at the endless pitch-black starry sky.

From behind came a crisp voice.

“Have something to eat.”

By the campfire, the Saintess tore off a rabbit leg and walked toward Gu Changqing.

Gu Changqing shook his head, silently staring at that black sky. Those eyes, one couldn’t tell what he was thinking.

The Saintess’ voice carried a tinge of bitterness, “I was once like you.”

“I know your heart is bitter, I know your heart is full of despair. If you want to cry, then cry. If you want to vent, then vent. You don’t have to hold it in, no one will laugh at you.”

The Saintess’s gaze swelled with feeling.

From beginning to end, this man had shown her no emotion.

But she understood that boundless pain was hidden in his heart.

The more silent and wordless he was, the more she found it unbearable.

Wasn’t she once like him, silently bearing everything?

Enduring those tens of thousands of years of loneliness, how many times had she thought of dying?

Looking back and seeing a junior like this, she couldn’t help but see her former self.

…

Outside the mirror.

Watching the silent Heavenly Emperor, everyone felt a crushing weight in their hearts.

No one could personally feel what the Heavenly Emperor was feeling now, but they knew his heart was absolutely full of despair.

“After enduring countless hardships to finally see a sliver of hope only for it to be shattered, the Heavenly Emperor must be struck down now, right?”

“Yes, though he is unrivaled and has extraordinary temperament, he is still human after all. He has emotions and desires.”

The cultivators murmured in sympathy.

At this, a cultivator said, “Looking at the Heavenly Emperor, he probably doesn’t have the spirit to resurrect the Unorthodox Empress now, does he?”

“Could it be that the Unorthodox Empress wasn’t resurrected by the Heavenly Emperor at all, but by the Unorthodox Empress’ father?”

Those words caused the gathered cultivators to fall silent in surprise.

Previously, when the Heavenly Emperor left with Bai Qing’er, Bai Chonglou had also said he would find a way to resurrect Bai Qing’er.

Seeing the Heavenly Emperor now, it seemed he would never again have the heart to roam the world seeking chances to resurrect Bai Qing’er.

It was thus quite possible that Bai Qing’er was resurrected by Bai Chonglou instead.

Hearing the cultivators’ words, the eyes of the man chosen by the heavens, Ye Chen, suddenly lit up.

Who resurrected Bai Qing’er? This was absolutely important.

If Bai Chonglou had scrambled to resurrect Bai Qing’er and paid many costs to do so…

Ye Chen couldn’t believe that Bai Qing’er would remain so recklessly resolute in the face of her father’s death.

Moreover, from Bai Qing’er’s words, she was resurrected at the very moment the Heavenly Emperor struck down Bai Chonglou.

That shock of a father’s love would be even more violent!

It’s possible that Bai Qing’er, who now wanted to save the Heavenly Emperor, might instantly stand opposed to him!

At the thought, Ye Chen grew all the more eager for the moment the Heavenly Emperor would slay Bai Chonglou.

…

Inside the mirror.

The Saintess and Gu Changqing stood side by side, looking out at the boundless heavens.

The cold wind whipped. The two stood on the vast cliff, their clothes fluttering.

A long silence.

At one moment the Saintess spoke again, “Back then, I personally suppressed the Saint…My heart’s pain was no less than yours.”

“Guess how I managed to persevere and not seek death?”

Gu Changqing was silent, but he turned to look at the Saintess.

The Saintess murmured, “At first, I thought I had to continue our shared mission. As long as the Witch God was not suppressed, I could not die.”

“But later I gradually understood: the Saint fell protecting me—how could I have the right to die?”

“Sometimes living is not just for oneself, but for those who have died.”

The Saintess paused, a bitter smile tugging at her mouth.

“And besides, you’re not as bad off as I was.”

“The world’s forbidden techniques to revive the dead are indeed rare, but just like that little girl A-Sang, someone else will know them—there is always hope.”

“But if you truly give up, then the person in that bronze coffin will have no hope at all.”

“Moreover, she has now gathered her three souls and seven spirits—compared to before, isn’t there more hope?”

Gu Changqing just stood there.

Weariness and desolation were still carved on his face, but a faint light had appeared in his eyes.

He slowly said, “Actually I never truly intended to give up. I was only thinking about one more question, and now… I’ve figured it out.”

“Huh?”

The Saintess, who had lived through countless ages, couldn’t help showing astonishment in her eyes.

Clearly she could feel this man’s despair. Even she had been sorrowful and despairing for eons.

How did this man come out of it so quickly?

She was puzzled and couldn’t understand what Gu Changqing had been silently thinking all along.

The Saintess looked toward Gu Changqing and found that the man carrying the bronze coffin had already started walking on his own.

“Thank you.”

The man’s voice sounded.

The Saintess, who had lived for ages, suddenly found she couldn’t see through this younger man.

“Where are you going?” she asked.

“To the Heavenly Palace!”

…

The Saintess was stunned.

Outside the mirror, the gathered cultivators were equally stunned.

Everyone could see the despair in Gu Changqing’s eyes and the melancholy his spirit exuded.

But no one expected that even such despair hadn’t knocked this man down.

Even the most unbreakable temperament would need time to recover, right?

But this man…

“Having roamed the world so long and even Granny Tianwu failed to resurrect the Unorthodox Empress. How could he still have the heart and motivation to keep wandering the world?”

Everyone was bewildered and shocked.

The man chosen by the heavens, Ye Chen, looked so sullen his face seemed to drip with gloom.

A moment ago he had been pleased at the thought that Gu Changqing’s despair and loss of spirit might mean he would give up resurrecting Bai Qing’er.

But now Gu Changqing had dealt him a hard slap in the face once more!

All his previous speculations had turned to bubbles.

“The Heavenly Emperor actually still plans to roam the world seeking the chance to resurrect the Unorthodox Empress?”

“And what does he mean by going to the Heavenly Palace?”

No one understood.

They couldn’t see why the Heavenly Emperor would inexplicably want to go to the Heavenly Palace.

At that moment, Jiang Minghuang seemed to suddenly sense something.

He wore an expression of astonishment as he said, “Do you all still remember what Granny Tianwu did as she was dying?”