Chapter 1490: Chapter 1494 Willow Hall
“There is only one Cang God.”
“When I t with your master, I never thought you and Yunzi would end up together. Ultimately, one of you must govern this Dragon Gate and beco the true Cang God.”
“At that ti, would you raise your sword against Yunzi?”
The Old Grandmother’s words made Zhu Minglang involuntarily take a few steps back.
“You’re the Prophet. How could you not foresee that?” Zhu Minglang instinctively retorted.
“I told you, the best arrangent for you both is non-interference. Besides, do you think your master would allow to use the Prophecy Technique on you? If I already knew the final answer, Yunzi could have never survived until now,” the Li Family’s Old Grandmother said.
“I have no interest in becoming the Cang God, and I also believe Yunzi is the most suitable candidate,” Zhu Minglang said.
“Then it seems the three of us have reached an agreent. It all depends on your master now. If she agrees too…” the Li Family’s Old Grandmother said.
“I haven’t seen her in a long, long ti,” Zhu Minglang said.
“She will appear. The last Dragon Gate has already opened, the Nine Heavens are about to overlap, the eighty-one God States will connect, and the birth of the nine Cang Gods is imminent,” the Li Family’s Old Grandmother said.
“Each Cang God governs one of the Dragon Gate Ninth Heaven?” Zhu Minglang asked.
“Yes, the Cang Gods govern the Dragon Gate Ninth Heaven. After enduring the layers of trials and tribulations of the Dragon Gate, various Divine Chosen will erge to establish the position of True Gods in this world, ultimately allowing these True Gods to rule over the Nine Heavens and Nine Lands, protecting the dawn of the people,” the Li Family’s Old Grandmother said.
“If Yunzi and I must beco Cang Gods, why can’t we beco them simultaneously, given there are nine Dragon Gates and nine Cang Gods?” Zhu Minglang said.
“I cannot answer this, but I know your inner thoughts,” the Li Family’s Old Grandmother said.
Zhu Minglang’s inner thoughts were simple, yet brutally direct.
If, should Zhu Xuehen threaten with death and insist on him becoming the Cang God, he wouldn’t need to raise his sword against Li Yunzi. Instead, he would just need to eliminate another Dragon Gate Cang God and take over their Dragon Gate, becoming the Cang God of that gate!
“How can I find the Cang God?” Zhu Minglang continued to ask.
“I cannot answer you.”
“If Xuan Tian has two Dragon Gates, then I must apologize to the other Dragon Gate’s Cang God,” Zhu Minglang did not hide his inner thoughts.
“Cang Gods, like so hidden gods, do not expose themselves. Just as you have not known until now that your master is a Cang God, and that your wife is your nesis, often when you find out, it’s when you are helpless,” the Li Family’s Old Grandmother said.
“Old Grandmother, does the Dragon Gate Cang God already represent the heavens?” Zhu Minglang asked.
“More or less, although there are quite a few candidates for Cang God.”
“Given that, whether it’s a beloved wife or a supre nesis of heavenly authority, it’s not for you, my master, or even Old Heavenly Father to decide…” Zhu Minglang said.
“Then follow your own heart. If you can find the Cang God of another Dragon Gate… Since you made this decision, do not step over that wall. Once you enter, you will have to choose between yourself and Yunzi,” the Li Family’s Old Grandmother said.
…
Zhu Minglang left the Ancestral Dragon City.
He flew directly towards Xuantian Capital.
The Divine Weapon Pavilion had already headed to Xuantian Capital because, after all, the North Dipper God State was too small. At their current realm, the Spiritual Rhy of North Dipper God State could not satisfy the needs of the Coiling Dragon and the Divine Weapon Pavilion.
Zhu Minglang also knew that Li Yunzi was in Xuantian Capital.
As Zhu Minglang approached Xuantian Capital, he saw a towering statue.
The statue was as smooth as jade, and the person carved had an immortal jade-like perfect deanor.
Suddenly, Zhu Minglang recalled Eternal City. The mont he first stepped into Eternal City, as he looked up, he saw such a captivating statue… Ahem, the place where the dream began.
Coincidentally, in the Celestial City of Humans within Xuantian Capital, countless dawn people were praying.
Amidst the sea of people, they gathered before the towering statue, expressing their faith in their own unique, devout ways.
From Female Tyrant to Valkyrie, and now the most revered Mysterious Female Immortal of Xuantian Capital…
Suddenly, Zhu Minglang felt that Li Yunzi was indeed the most suitable candidate for Cang God.
Establishing order for the people, constructing her own belief, with grand aspirations, ticulous thoughts, firm convictions, strong execution, rciful yet not weak, brave and full of wisdom…
And then looking at himself, he abandoned learning the sword halfway.
Raised dragons only to lose them.
Wandering for countless years and cycles, possibly ending up with nothing in the end.
The people and gods, can they really trust soone like him to beco the Cang God?
Inside and out, emitting a sense of laxity and unreliability, not enthusiastic about power, strength, or faith, constantly thinking of living a carefree life, and lashing out without consequence if provoked!
Truly not material for a Cang God!
Zhu Minglang followed the crowd, feeling the people’s adoration for his wife… At least, he didn’t hear any more about tragic love stories in dungeons, proving indeed that rumors and slander fade with ti.
Following the praising crowd, Zhu Minglang unwittingly walked into a hollow Willow Hall, a hall built with the pillars of a pure willow tree. It was filled with the lodious sound of an ancient zither, and upon entering, Zhu Minglang could feel a familiar aura, sowhat reminiscent of the Piano Palace in the North Utmost Ridge—Li Nan Sisters’ mother’s shrine.
The zither music floated from the hollow do above. No fairy was playing, yet everyone could hear it. The pure willow emitted Spiritual Rhy, and rely gazing at it could cleanse one’s inner impurities.
Zhu Minglang stood there, witnessing alongside others. It was apparent everyone was devout. So elderly individuals, with their grandchildren, slowly recounted the blessings they once received. In their eyes, a voice that spoke for them amidst irresistible disasters and hardships was already a profound grace.
The people’s sincere gratitude wasn’t tainted by the slightest falsehood. Indeed, Li Yunzi was still the best fit for the Cang God, always adhering to her ideals for a hundred years, without ever wavering.
A green willow hung before Zhu Minglang’s eyes, and he instinctively reached out to touch it.
The willow branch gently swung, while anwhile blossoming into a faint glow, flowing like a brilliant liquid, gradually spreading across the entire pure willow, which unbeknownst transford into a crystal-clear jade bottle, filled with Holy Dew, gleaming brilliantly!
The radiance was soft yet beautiful. From the lattice do above, a special beam of light fell, and imdiately, an enchanting figure appeared in this gentle glow…
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