471: Chapter 129 Out of Bounds_1 471: Chapter 129 Out of Bounds_1 The nights in the Forest Sea Source Realm indeed lacked a bright moon.
Even the stars did not exist.
The Yuheng Star could only be seen during the day.
However, from the scene of the Dragon God’s response, it was clear that the Yuheng Star was not the source of light for this world either.
The stars and moon at night were all back in the holand.
The Forest Sea Source Realm had its own complexity.
But the mont when Guan Yan’s form dispersed, it only revealed loneliness.
The loneliness of being alone in a foreign land for five hundred years.
Only a trace of a True Spirit, wandering in the crevices of the world, remained in solitude.
For five hundred years he longed for the bright moon, yet the bright moon never appeared.
Did he ever regret it?
Su Qiyun couldn’t help but think about this question as she caught the slowly descending Magic Artifact.
Now, within the Magic Artifact, resided a trace of the True Spirit of the fish.
She clenched the Magic Artifact tightly as if afraid to lose it.
The frost light had vanished.
Only the fla flowers of Jiang Wang and the divine dragon incense continued to burn quietly.
The three of them, each preoccupied with their thoughts, waited like this until dawn.
No further incidents occurred on the way back to Divine Shade Land.
The body of Qing Qishu was brought back to the tribe amidst cries of mourning.
This fellow who usually blustered and bluffed actually had good relationships with many people.
They knew that although he seed shaless, he never harbored malicious intentions.
Qing Bazi looked up at the sky, unwilling to let others see his reddened eyes.
The two of them always had the most conflicts, always at odds, but they never truly hated each other.
Qing Jiuye remained silent, only taking over the body of Qing Qishu from Jiang Wang’s arms.
Qinghua looked at the forever closed eyes of Qing Qishu, her mouth opened slightly, but she said nothing.
It wasn’t that she didn’t want to speak or that she was mute.
But as the holy woman of Qing, serving the Dragon God, and conveying the divine decree of the Dragon God at critical monts, she was not allowed to speak with anyone outside of the priests, to avoid “contaminating” the divine will.
“Did Qishu say anything?” Qing Jiuye asked.
His question was actually ant for Qinghua.
It was also asked for the now-deceased Qing Qishu.
After all, who didn’t know about Qing Qishu’s feelings for Qinghua?
“He said,” Jiang Wang began, “the Forest Sea Source Realm is vast, and Qinghua can go see the world’s end in the future.”
Qinghua did not raise her head.
The crowd parted to make way.
The elder Priest approached, trembling.
She was very old and had difficulty walking.
In Jiang Wang’s eyes, the image of her gradually overlapped with the beautiful and pure girl from Guan Yan’s mories.
The old woman paused when she saw the body of Qing Qishu but continued to move forward.
In her eyes, there was a very genuine sorrow, but it quickly passed.
She looked kindly upon Jiang Wang and the others, “You have worked hard.”
She was Qing Qishu’s great-aunt, but she was also the Priest of the Senhai Holy Clan.
This unusual fortitude reminded Jiang Wang of the words Guan Yan had said.
“The years are long, and we all need to endure bitterly.
If she knew that a trace of my True Spirit still existed, she wouldn’t make it through.”
For the sake of the Senhai Holy Clan, how much had she endured and sacrificed?
Apart from Guan Yan, no one knew.
Now, she was the only one in the Senhai Holy Clan who had lived through the dark tis.
All those sins and history weighed solely on her shoulders.
There was a ti when she too was a girl in love, her eyes filled only with tenderness.
She single-handedly shouldered the entire Senhai Holy Clan moving forward, so she dared not show weakness, nor could she afford to be weak.
Jiang Wang collected himself and said, “We’d also trouble you to open the altar so we can leave from here.”
“Of course, please co this way.”
Su Qiyun and Wu Quji remained silent, allowing Jiang Wang to speak on their behalf.
“Before that, I’d like to visit the library.
I have so doubts that I need to seek answers to in your clan’s records.
May I?” Jiang Wang asked.
The elderly Priest hesitated for a mont, “Of course, you may.”
She instructed, “Qinghua, lead the two envoys to the altar to wait.”
Then she turned to Jiang Wang, “Co with .”
Su Qiyun and Wu Quji both looked towards Jiang Wang, and seeing him nod, they followed Qinghua away.
Jiang Wang, however, followed the elderly woman to the Senhai Holy Clan’s library.
He knew that the Priest had intentionally chosen to lead the way in person because she had sothing to say.
“After returning from the Forest of Hanging Skulls, the other two envoys trust you greatly.
When facing Yan Xiao, you must have made significant contributions.
Perhaps you are even more outstanding than I had imagined,” the elderly woman casually chatted as they walked.
Jiang Wang himself hadn’t noticed this.
“It’s a collective effort, everyone fought desperately,” he said.
The elderly woman continued, “Su Qi was originally a girl.
Hm, she is quite attractive.”
Jiang Wang explained, “Her magic artifact that concealed her face was smashed by Yan Xiao during the battle, that’s how I found out.”
“I know that must have been tough.” The old woman repeated, “You all worked hard.”
Jiang Wang didn’t downplay it.
The difficulty and brutality of the fight didn’t need to be spoken out loud; the traces on the corpses of the Qing Qishu were evidence enough.
“I thought she would ask about the ‘Night Attack,’ but she didn’t.”
The elderly woman casually ntioned Su Qiyun’s affair but paused for a mont and suddenly asked, “Did he leave sothing behind in the Forest of Hanging Skulls?”
The forr ‘she’ referred to Su Qiyun, and the latter ‘he,’ of course, ant Guan Yan.
Out of tacit understanding or emotion, the old lady keenly sensed sothing.
Jiang Wang fell silent.
Silence was the answer.
An answer that couldn’t be spoken.
“I understand,” said the old woman.
She did not allow herself to get too caught up in her emotions.
Turning to a different subject, she said, “He always managed to take care of everything, looking after you very well.
He’s a man who brings peace of mind.”
“You, if you fancy a girl, might as well learn from this,” she advised.
Shaking her head, she added, “Those tricks you taught the Qishu, they won’t do.”
Jiang Wang felt extrely awkward; he hadn’t expected that the ways of courting he had fooled Qing Qishu with would have reached the ears of this elderly woman.
The library had been reached.
The Priest stopped beneath a tree, “I’ll wait for you at the altar.”
She didn’t ask Jiang Wang’s real purpose for coming to the library, whether it was related to Guan Yan, or what Guan Yan had left behind.
She trusted every decision made by Guan Yan.
Even if there was a concealnt from her, it must be out of love.
Jiang Wang stood for a mont, composed the tangled emotions in his heart, and then entered the library.
Following the clues Guan Yan had provided, he indeed found a moon-white monk’s robe.
There was nothing special about it.
It likely hadn’t deteriorated over such a long ti, perhaps due to the special nature of this library.
After storing away the monk’s robe, Jiang Wang left the place.
He hadn’t flipped through any of the various records in the library.
All were organized by Guan Yan; it was impossible to find any clue that Guan Yan didn’t want them to find.
…
In front of the Altar of Trees, a crowd gathered.
Jiang Wang had thought they would leave as quietly as they had arrived.
At most, a few acquainted ones like Qing Jiuye and Qing Bazi might co to see them off.
But unexpectedly, nearly the entire Senhai Holy Clan had co.
Crowding the area before the Altar of Trees.
Of course, the entirety of the Senhai Holy Clan no longer amounted to three thousand people.
Far from the dark era when they dominated the Forest Sea Source Realm.
“All mbers of the Holy Tribe have co to see you off,” the old Priest stood in front of the altar and said to them, “We thank you for the contributions you’ve made to the Senhai Holy Clan, and for your life-risking bravery.
May the Dragon God bless you.”
Jiang Wang, Su Qiyun, and Wu Quji stood on the altar, as they had when their identities had been verified by the Dragon God.
But the difference was, there were throngs of people cramd beneath the altar this ti.
n and won, old and young.
The crowd looked at them, filled with gratitude.
Everyone bowed their heads and placed a hand on their hearts, “May the Dragon God bless you!”
It was only in this mont of sacred solemnity that Jiang Wang and the others truly felt that they had indeed saved this place.
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