Above the Clouds

Chapter 249

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The first ray of light since the creation of heaven and earth was cast from the Heavenly Palace, and the Palace of Parting began to melt into the light little by little. 『Elegant*Wen*Words*Emotion*First*Posted』

Above the Palace of Parting, the phantom of the Qing Emperor, guarded by the phantoms of the gods, looks exactly the same as when he was alive. His eyebrows and eyes are like ancient paintings, with soft and solemn lines, and his expression contains the forgiveness and tolerance unique to the gods. He looks at the world, his eyes are like the gentle spring scenery gradually covering the cold winter. He is dressed in an ancient and simple feather coat, and his delicate and soft cyan feathers melt and disappear in the light. All things live and grow under his quilt for thousands of years.

"Tai Hao..." Yun Qing sighed, tipping the ancient mirror in his hand, and the spirit of the nine-tailed white fox quickly merged into the light of the Heavenly Palace. This is the Tao Fruit of Shinto. Through the Tao Fruit, the gods can fully wake up. They have the power of their lifetime and can bring the person who holds the son into the heavenly palace.

The phantom of Qing Emperor was still standing in the sky. It was just a phantom, but the aura of this god was far more terrifying than Xie Yao's.

What Xie Yao seeks is the supreme way. He stands too high and cannot gain strength from other people. The Qing Emperor is the god who stands on the earth and bestows vitality. He blesses all living beings in the world and practices great merits to protect the common people. As long as there is still a trace of life given by him to everything in the world, he will never die.

It is obviously a softer light, but it is more powerful than all the sharp blades in the world.

The Palace of Parting is getting lighter and lighter, as if melting into the light. The shadows of the gods return to the Heavenly Palace, awakening the sleeping gods. The phantom of the Qing Emperor is also disappearing, but it keeps its gaze on the world. From beginning to end, its compassionate and gentle eyes never leave this new land.

The last bit of brilliance on Hagoromo disappeared.

Burial Cloud Palace is back.

Yun Qing bathed in this brilliant light and sat quietly.

On the sixth day, the power that the Qing Emperor had stored in the Burial Cloud Palace a hundred thousand years ago finally exploded, and the already shaky world collapsed. The two surviving saints, immortals and demons, escaped the fierce battle between the saints, but they could not escape the god's backhand.

Before the great world collapsed, Xie Yao had already swallowed up all the Taoisms, and the collapsed world was just a body abandoned by Taoists. Their power still exists with Xie Yao, and they are only waiting for the day when Dao chess is won, and countless Dao lineages can prosper again.

At this time, the power left by the Qing Emperor in the Heavenly Palace began to reopen the world, divide Yin and Yang, and delineate the five elements. The reconstruction of the new world reintroduced the power of Heavenly Dao. With these new powers and the part of Daoism obtained by Xie Yao, the big world at this time has been divided into fifty-fifty with Heavenly Dao.

At this time, above the Heavenly Palace.

Zhong Guanyuan looked at the gods who were gradually waking up and was covered in cold sweat. He ignored the obstruction of several emperors and rushed directly to the heavenly steps, running all the way to the old man holding the bi and the old man Qingzhu.

He stood at the foot of the steps, holding his knees with both hands, panting and loudly shouting: "Why, why... why did all the saints fall!"

He thought that the power left by Qingdi would only destroy the world, but he did not expect that it would kill the saint together. This gave Zhong Guanyuan a very bad feeling. He felt that what Qingdi did was slightly out of the ordinary.

"The power of the Heavenly Palace." The dull voices of the two old men hit Zhong Guanyuan's heart.

"Without a saint to disperse the cause and effect of the Tao, Yun Qing is very likely to directly control the Tao chess. What are you doing!" Zhong Guanyuan shouted at the two old men almost like crazy. "Ya*wen*yan*qing*shou*fa" The power in Tao chess comes from all Tao, and the cause and effect is also connected with the saints of all Tao. The person who holds the son needs great cause and effect and great merit. If there are no saints to check it, then Yun Qing is likely to take advantage of it.

"You Dongxuanzi." The two old men's voices overlapped, depressing and heavy.

Zhong Guanyuan was a little out of control. He almost rushed up and punched the two guys: "Dong Xuanzi is alone? What if Yun Qing kills him before he touches Daoqi! He doesn't even have time to stop him! And! Dong Xuanzi…”

Zhong Guanyuan's words stopped here, and he could not say anything worse. In any case, all the gods now believe in Qingdi, and all their hopes are placed on this god who has the responsibility of protecting the common people. If you question the Qing Emperor at this juncture, wouldn't all the efforts of the past 100,000 years turn into a joke

"Dong Xuanzi... Can Dong Xuanzi definitely inherit the position of Bi Luo?"

The two old men didn't answer. Zhong Guanyuan felt that he was a little confused. Bi Luo was not in the game, so of course they couldn't tell.

Zhong Guanyuan held up his legs and felt his head hurt. He asked: "Use the power of the heavenly palace to kill all the saints... Is this also the Qing Emperor's will?"

Even he himself didn't notice that his voice was trembling slightly.

The two old men's voices gave an almost unexpected reply: "Exactly."

"He wants to kill..." Zhong Guanyuan looked a little dazed. He bit his lower lip and his face was horribly pale. "He built the seven holy places and then destroyed them one by one. He raised up all the saints and then stood before Yitian. Kill them one by one. And the so-called relics left behind after his death... "

Zhong Guanyuan suddenly knelt down in front of Daoqi, looked up to the sky and shouted: "The Qing Emperor has lost his way!"

"Qing Emperor has indeed lost his way!"

The calm and solemn voices of the two old men came: "Wenqu has transgressed."

"What are you arrogating?" Zhong Guanyuan's hair was disheveled and he looked very embarrassed. He stood up and sneered, "I am the God of History. I record everything I see and know. How can it be called trespassing!"

"Wenqu, it is a serious crime to speak ill of the Holy Lord." The two old men repeated meaningless dissuasion, with dull expressions and stiff faces.

Zhong Guanyuan took a step forward, but was forced back by the light of Daoqi. He said angrily: "It is a serious crime to talk about the Holy Lord in vain? Are you blind? Emperor Qing disobeyed the way of heaven a hundred thousand years ago, went against the order of time, and turned his back on the gods. , Condoning disasters, what does that mean!”

"Wenqu has overstepped our bounds." These two old men could only say these few words over and over again, probably because the sanity given to them by the Qing Emperor was not clear enough.

Zhong Guanyuan felt hopeless, but he was unwilling to give up this little bit of hope.

He saw that the clouds on Daoqi were dissipating little by little. As the Heavenly Palace was connected to the big world, time here began to flow. The broken Tao chess flashed through thousands of changes in an instant, and the power on it became full and complete little by little. This is the 100,000-year effort of Shinto, and the 100,000-year prosperity that the world's Taoists have bet on. Waiting for Dongxuanzi to bring all the traditions, waiting for him to achieve the position of Biluo...

Zhong Guanyuan took a deep breath and tried to comfort himself that even if there were a few mistakes, it would be okay. As long as Dong Xuanzi held his hand with Biluo's body, he could completely suppress Yun Qing.

"The Heavenly Palace has come to this world, please ask Wen Qu to accompany several emperors to pick up the person who will lead the son." A familiar voice interrupted Zhong Guanyuan's thoughts.

Ji Yihe chased Zhong Guanyuan all the way up, and finally caught up with him, but at a glance he saw Zhong Guanyuan with disheveled hair and disheveled clothes. He asked extremely nervously: "Master Zhong! What's going on with you?"

Zhong Guanyuan still didn't come to his senses. He waved his hand and said, "I'm fine."

Ji Yihe was afraid that he had been distracted and not heard, so he added: "The Heavenly Palace has come to this world. Please follow the emperor to welcome the person who holds the son."

These words were spoken very seriously, with a bit of a tremor caused by excessive nervousness. Ji Yihe almost never called Zhong Guanyuan by his divine name. This was considered the most important occasion in his life.

Zhong Guanyuan was not much calmer than him. He knelt down to Ji Yihe and then responded: "I would like to accept the oracle."

Ji Yihe was startled by him and stretched out his hand to help, but he immediately reacted. He coughed, took back his hand and said, "Please get up."

"Let's go." Zhong Guanyuan knelt down and became calmer. He followed Ji Yihe and walked down to the heavenly steps.

Anyone can be absent from the task of picking up the person who holds the child, but he can't. As the God of History, he must watch every step of history and then record them truly with the most objective and calm attitude.

"Master Zhong, are you a little... worried?" Ji Yihe felt that Zhong Guanyuan's emotions were very complicated, and they were really inconsistent with his status as a god.

Zhong Guanyuan forced a smile and said, "Nothing. Who is the one holding the son?"

Don't be Yun Qing.

Ji Yihe's answer made Zhong Guanyuan's heart drop again: "Dong Xuanzi is the descendant of the Qing Emperor. The Qing Emperor has been laying out the plan for so long, so the responsibility for his son should fall on him."

"Yeah, really..." Zhong Guanyuan felt a little embarrassed when he remembered that he had just scolded the two chess attendants.

"See for yourself." Ji Yihe pointed not far away.

Endless green light shines from the gates of the Tiangong Palace, and the gods surround each palace, dancing and music to greet each other, and building songs. The tunes all come from ancient times. At that time, there were many grand celebration feasts among the gods, either for spring plowing or autumn harvest, or to ward off disasters and evil spirits. Even the creation of a new word was something worthy of celebration. After the Heavenly Palace was built, it fell into eternal stagnation. It has never experienced such a lively celebration.

Zhong Guanyuan felt that such a heavenly palace seemed a bit strange at first glance.

Seeing his arrival, the four emperors standing by the door just looked at each other silently, and then opened the Tiangong Palace door.

A dazzling blue light shone into the Heavenly Palace, and the young Taoist appeared in this green light. The imperial seal lines on his forehead almost made Zhong Guanyuan cry with joy.

It’s really Dong Xuanzi!

The gods greeted each other in unison, but only then did Zhong Guanyuan notice that the gate of the Tiangong Palace had not yet closed. Before the gods could finish their chants, another person actually stepped in. Zhong Guanyuan's just a little bit of joy quickly cooled into the North Sea Glacier.

"Why are you here too!?"

Among the sounds of celebration, Zhong Guanyuan's roar stood out, and Ji Yihe secretly tugged at the corner of his clothes.

Hidden behind that dazzling light is naturally Yun Qing. She only wears a very thin white dress, walks alone barefoot, and holds an ancient mirror in her arms. She raised her head, smiled at Zhong Guanyuan, and said, "If I don't come, how will you bury me in this palace?"

Dong Xuanzi, who was walking in front of her, had almost no reaction. He followed the silent guidance of the gods and climbed all the way to the heavenly steps. Yun Qing stepped into the void and followed him easily. At this time, the four emperors also noticed her, but since she was brought to the Heavenly Palace, it meant that she was also capable of holding a child, so these emperors did not stop her. After all, one more person means more hope. If Dong Xuanzi fails, at least there will be this child.

Ji Yihe had long noticed that something was wrong with Zhong Guanyuan. He asked in a low voice: "Master Zhong? What's wrong?"

"It's nothing... No, I don't know what will happen." Zhong Guanyuan thought of what she said just now, and felt that all his bad premonitions were about to come true.

This is the shrine built by Emperor Qing to bury her. If she can step in without any grudges at this time, it means she is confident about something.

Qingdi will not kill her.

Zhong Guanyuan tried his best to comfort himself: "If you don't know how to kill, you won't kill. I don't expect her to be easily killed here. I just hope that Dong Xuanzi can gain some energy and don't let our 100,000 years of hard work be in vain..."

At this time, the aura around Xie Yao's body was surging, swallowing up all the Taoism and causing his power to rise to an incredible level. Moreover, his momentum was still rising. By the time he was in front of Dao Qi, Zhong Guanyuan could no longer look at him with his eyes. Because that kind of light is too dazzling, that kind of power that rejects everything and transcends everything blocks everyone from Daoqi.

Xie Yao is trying to ascend to the position of Biluo. He has accumulated enough. Only when he reaches the level of Biluo Huangquan, he is qualified to play against the heaven. So no matter what, he must first try to break through to the realm of Hedao Dzogchen through the crazy accumulation of these days.

Zhong Guanyuan tried to detect with his soul, but no trace of perception could enter the range of Daoqi. But fortunately for him, Yun Qing also stood with him honestly and had no intention of hurting anyone.

The gods are very silent. They are originally heartless and follow the rules of heaven.

Zhong Guanyuan glanced at the situation at Daoqi while staring at Yun Qing.

The light is getting stronger and stronger.

The light became more and more dazzling.

The light has become extremely rich and dazzling.

There was only light in Zhong Guanyuan's eyes, and his five senses were immersed in such a magnificent and cold light.

Then the light disappeared.

Zhong Guanyuan rubbed his eyes, a little unable to react. If the game between Dongxuanzi and Tiandao fails, then the movement should be far more than this. Firstly, Daoqi will be completely destroyed, and the big world will completely collapse. But now Daoqi is quiet, and everything in the big world is running normally.

Only that dazzling light completely disappeared from the world.

A chuckle broke the silence, and Zhong Guanyuan looked at Yun Qing beside him with a bit of horror.

"As expected, you are still alive... Lord of Biluo."