The dragon came too fast and left too quickly. Before the soldiers could react, everything was gone. The young master of the cult and his wheelchair had vanished.
On the empty cliff edge, the dragon that had just arrived riding the clouds seemed like a dream.
A light drizzle suddenly began to fall, and the bone-chilling cold made the leading soldier shiver involuntarily.
With tears streaming down his face, Shunacha carried the mystery on his back and sped along. The dragon was incredibly fast, and in the blink of an eye, he left Shanxi and entered a mountain forest.
He had absolutely no idea why he had run over there to save people again!
The body moved on its own!
He was only watching from a distance, but he couldn't help but tell the knife to stop just as it was about to fall!
Good heavens! He's courting death! He's just asking for it! He's relentlessly courting death!
What if I just want to slap myself to death?
After finding a hilltop to stand on, Shunacha, still grieving for her reflexive act of saving people, landed and carefully placed the mystery in her claws on the ground.
Shenmi was still somewhat dazed, but not because of the appearance of the dragon, but because he was questioning his own faith.
He believes that what he is doing is right. If it is right, why do so many people want his cult to be wiped out?
So many people died.
He watched helplessly as his followers questioned God again and again why they were suffering such a fate... but God did not respond.
He couldn't stop it, he was powerless, and he was protected by his followers until the last one died.
Why...why...why...
Was God wrong in guiding them? Was the doctrine of salvation they believed in wrong?
Why is he being condemned by everyone?
Why did he not have a peaceful end?
Good deeds bring good rewards, and evil deeds bring evil consequences... But what about the consequences? What about the rewards for good deeds? What about the consequences for evil deeds?
They bestow good and evil blessings upon the world, yet when disaster strikes, why does no one bestow good and evil blessings upon them?!
Injustice... injustice... injustice!
Can such a world truly be redeemed? He's just a mortal...
God... I have tried my best, but I can do nothing more...
Shenmi thought that if he had another chance, he would rather let the cult develop in peace than do such a foolish thing again.
Those people... let them live and die on their own, suffer and suffer. No one will help them with their suffering, so why should they care about the suffering of others?
He was tired and weary, so he closed his eyes and quietly waited for his way home.
However... Huanglong suddenly appeared and rescued him.
Shenmi didn't know why Huanglong had come. He was too tired. His faith was on the verge of collapse, which made his mind chaotic. All sorts of teachings from his childhood, the busyness of growing up, the pious faces of his followers after they performed every good deed and killed every evil person all echoed in his mind.
He no longer had the strength to react to reality.
However……
Shenmi watched as Huanglong lowered his dragon head before him and slowly transformed into human form.
He was a fair-skinned, round-faced boy with round eyes and a round face. He was very cute, and his skin was translucent and fair, as if it were glowing.
He was dazed and somewhat incredulous, muttering, "...Naicha?"
Shuna looked at him with concern, scratched her cheek, and stammered, "Um... are you... are you alright?"
Shunacha hadn't fully transformed into human form. His hair was short, soft, and lay flat behind his ears, a pale yellow color. His eyes were still bright and innocent... Compared to his human form, his cheeks were rounder, his mouth small, and his eyes were dark, glistening, and clear. There were three whiskers on each side of his nose, which trembled as he spoke. He had two short dragon horns on his head and a pale yellow dragon tail behind him.
Shenmi stared at him blankly, his chaotic thoughts making his eyes unfocused, sometimes clear and sometimes confused, but he could only think of... dragons, which were also gods, and the gods they worshipped were actually dragons...
So he spoke softly: "Was I wrong?"
Seeing how heartbroken she was, Shu Nai opened her arms to hug him, but he didn't dare. So she gently placed her hands on his hands, which were resting on the armrests of his wheelchair.
The slender hands in her palms were icy cold, which made Shu Naicha feel even more sorry for them.
The chubby boy half-squatted down, looked up at the distraught young man, thought carefully for a moment, and then said, "That's right."
"That's right...?" Shenmi suddenly chuckled, and an inexplicable evil aura began to grow, gradually seeping into his brows.
A shadow fell over his clear, kind eyes. This aloof yet refined man, as elegant as bamboo, chuckled, his face full of self-mockery and sarcasm, hatred rising in his eyes: "I did nothing wrong... then who is wrong? The emperor is the Son of Heaven, his actions represent the world... then, is the world wrong?"
Good heavens!! How did you suddenly turn evil?! It's not my fault, it's just that this world has so many flaws, please don't do this!
Shunacha almost jumped up in fright at his sudden change of attitude, but thankfully he held on and said earnestly, "No, no, the emperor is just a human being. It's just that your world is still in a feudal society, which is why you think of the emperor so highly. In fact..."
Shunacha thought about the information he had seen when he lived in several modern societies and tried to brainwash the mystery.
However... I cannot do it!
You can't afford to be ignorant and incompetent!
Completely at a loss for words, Shunacha burst into tears and prostrated herself, wishing she could dig a hole and hide herself away.
I'm begging for the power of a genius student... I'm begging for the brainwashing powers of the three brothers, Mu Chunfeng, Shao Gong, and Yue Bai...
Shunacha held Shenmi's hand tightly, tears streaming down his face, and said, "You...you just need to know that the idea that emperors are the sons of heaven is just emperors gilding their own image. It doesn't really count! In fact, no immortals or gods recognize it! After they die, they still go to the underworld to be judged. Those who are guilty will go to hell, while those with enough merit will be reborn into a better life and ascend to immortality."
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