Xi Yuan rode the clouds, leading Su Ji, Wu Ai, and Qing Lian straight into the capital. The scenery along the way was increasingly desolate and barren, with piles of white bones and countless people still filled with pain and fear even in death.
Demons roam freely; what has become of this once peaceful little world?
Xi Yuan had never seen such a scene before. Anger rose in her heart, as if she saw her back garden being desecrated. She wished she could grind the murderer to dust.
With a look of compassion on his face, Wu Ai clasped his hands together and softly recited the sutras for salvation.
The next second, a gale swept by, and a dragon's roar resounded. A dragon, seemingly white and golden, snaked its way into the sky. With a single roar, the earth shook and mountains trembled. Countless demons and ghosts had no time to react before they vanished from the world.
The crazed Cang Lang suddenly stopped moving, tilted his head slightly to listen carefully, and after a moment, his face showed endless joy, and for a moment he was as innocent as a child.
He straightened his clothes, still looking handsome and charming, with a violent and bloodthirsty blood surging deep in his deep black eyes. However, the gloomy palace background made the smile on his face seem extremely sinister.
Xiyuan didn't really like her dragon form. Only when you looked closely could you see that the white and gold light was just reflected light, and her scales were a soft, light pink, like flower petals.
At this moment, the world is in turmoil, yet she forgets her aversion to the dragon form and naturally follows her nature, transforming into a dragon to protect the world.
At that moment, she seemed to understand something, or perhaps she had always known what she understood, but had never realized it.
What is the responsibility of God?
The dragon, moving at breakneck speed, carried three humans with it, flying all the way to the capital.
Thunderclouds followed, and a torrential rain containing boundless divine power poured down, washing away the land polluted by the malevolent energy, allowing the corpses that had turned into walking corpses to finally fall quietly, their souls returning to peace.
If God only needs to be high above and observe coldly, what difference is there between him and other self-important and foolish creatures?
The death zone-like imperial capital was within reach. The long dragon, with its enormous body spanning countless miles, simply coiled up, encircling the entire imperial capital beneath its body.
—God is indeed different from other living beings, but God is also just one of them. Life is so precious; if one does not respect life, then what difference is there between God and an ant?
Like two suns, pale yellow vertical pupils looked down at the tiny palace and the even smaller man standing in the palace square.
Cang Lang opened his arms to the terrifying, enormous dragon in the sky, smiling innocently like a child, his eyes full of affection and trust, yet tinged with a hint of abnormal madness: "Teacher! You've come to see me! Have you forgiven me?"
I'm sorry, I was too hasty back then and rashly announced that you would become my queen without asking for your consent.
Teacher, it's been so long, you must have forgiven me by now, right?
You're willing to come see me now.
What awaited him, however, was a dragon's breath descending from the sky.
Cang Lang could dodge and avoid it; his strength was no longer that of an ordinary person. However, he did not dodge or avoid it. Instead, he opened his arms and stubbornly looked up at the sky.
As he laughed, tears welled up in his eyes, but before they could fall, they were evaporated by the high-temperature dragon breath.
Knowing full well that it's unforgivable, why would you still do it?
Because his regret will only arise when he actually sees Xiyuan.
Cang Lang would rather be just a little wolfhound around Xiyuan than... Emperor Cangren, and certainly not the half-human, half-ghost he is now.
The land where the palace once stood has completely disappeared, leaving only a large pit, which is slowly filled by torrential rain, forming a vast lake.
As time goes by, even the deepest wounds will gradually heal.
In just a few years, the world became prosperous again.
Xiyuan is located on the shore of Longhu Lake, the former capital city. The newly built city is not far from the lake, and half of the lake has been incorporated into the city.
The surviving mortals sang the legend of the demons being destroyed by the true dragon, while the ones who truly witnessed that scene, Suji, Wu'ai, and Qinglian, simply stood by the lake, listening to the prayers of the people who came to pray for blessings.
“Miss, Qinglian still wishes to serve you… but…”
Qinglian spoke hesitantly, a blush rising on her pretty face. She secretly glanced at the honest-looking man who stood thirty meters away, watching her intently as she listened to his instructions.
Qinglian never expected that at her age, she would feel the stirrings of spring in her heart and the thought of getting married, just like a young girl.
But the man treated her so well that after much deliberation, she finally made up her mind.
Xi Yuan simply said, "Congratulations on finding your ideal husband."
Qinglian suddenly burst into tears and hugged Xiyuan tightly: "Waaaaah, Miss... Qinglian is so reluctant to part with you, Miss..."
Her sudden outburst of tears terrified the man. He rushed over like lightning, stammering and only managing to stammer out, "Don't cry." He stood helplessly to the side, anxiously pacing around.
Su Ji gently patted Qinglian's shoulder, offering silent comfort.
With his hands clasped together, his gaze was calm and peaceful, and his demeanor and expression were becoming increasingly like that of a Buddha.
They all knew that this parting was a farewell they would never see each other again. The frozen time on Qinglian's body would resume its flow; she would grow old and die, becoming a mortal once more.
Human emotions can sometimes seem great because people are willing to give up things that others wouldn't even dare to dream of for the sake of those emotions.
Xi Yuan didn't stop her; it was a personal choice, and she simply had to respect it.
Qinglian has lived for hundreds of years; she is not a child and naturally has the ability to discern.
After seeing Qinglian off, Xiyuan turned to her and asked, "And you? What are your plans?"
Su Ji's expression darkened, and he bowed slightly, saying sincerely, "This old servant only asks to stay by the side of the Grand Preceptor, and has no other intentions."
Wu Ai suddenly smiled with relief, as if a hundred flowers were blooming. His peaceful eyes were filled with a strange light, and he put his palms together and said, "Disciple has understood."
Wu Ai is gone.
Just as naturally as when they met, he left without a sound.
Xi Yuan didn't understand what Wu Ai had realized; all these Buddhists were equally mysterious.
If Su Ji is unwilling to leave, then we can follow her back to Tianyan.
When it transformed into a dragon and ascended to the heavens to return, the entire sky turned a brilliant golden color.
At the summit of Tianshan Mountain, a monk in a moon-white robe, clad in prayer, murmured scriptures with his hands clasped together. His long, flowing black hair was nowhere to be seen; his expression was serene and peaceful, his heart free of worldly cares.
An ancient sage once said, "How can one find a way to have it all, to be true to both the Buddha and the beloved?"
But since the dragon had no interest in him, there was no question of betrayal.
He only failed himself, but not Buddha.
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