But an unyielding system, ancient and everlasting, almost Immortal!
"Fine!"
With no way out, Wang E finally gritted his teeth and agreed. Clutching the Token, he turned to leave.
"Remember this."
Su Bai suddenly called out to him, adding one last thing:
"No reckless killing."
"Fine!"
Wang E paused for a moment, then left the high platform. Like a meteorite trailing flames, he flew off into the distance.
Watching this, Chen Shaoyou’s heart filled with even greater reverence.
He had inadvertently recalled that, in the legends, Wang E had once been a Sect Leader...
And his title, it seemed, was the Leader of Gui Chen Sect...
’Could it be because of this patriarch, too?’
"Chen Shaoyou."
Finally, Su Bai turned to Chen Shaoyou, who had not said a single word from start to finish.
This man suspected to be from the future—from the Twenty-First Epoch.
"This disciple is present."
As the name was spoken, Chen Shaoyou felt his bones go soft. He dropped to his knees, his expression one of utter reverence.
"You’re thinking, with my Divine Techniques, my power, and my status, why is there not a single word about me in the future?"
"You’re wondering what the reason could be."
Su Bai asked lightly, his eyes as brilliant as a Star Sea,
"Is that right?"
Chen Shaoyou’s body trembled!
’He knows?’
’Does he even know my innermost thoughts?’
A chill ran down Chen Shaoyou’s spine.
He had previously told the others everything he knew about the future, holding nothing back.
There was only one point he hadn’t stated outright: in the future, all records of this patriarch were completely missing.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to say it.
Rather, it was because of a faint fear in his heart.
This fear hadn’t faded with time; instead, it had only grown deeper.
In the three years he had spent traveling the world with Cui Yanliang, he had come to feel the myth and legend of this patriarch more and more acutely.
Right now, the new laws being implemented by the Dayu Immortal Dynasty were clearly the laws of the Twenty-First Epoch!
The laws that would span more than sixty thousand years into the future were pioneered by this very patriarch!
The gods of the mountains and rivers, the iron carriages, the Boxing Scripture Beginning Chapter, and so on...
Everything that was common knowledge in the future originated from this patriarch.
And yet, in any future legends, in any records, there wasn’t the slightest mention of this Boxing Saint Daoist.
Not even a single word!
He didn’t dare speak of the implications behind this, nor did he even dare to think about them.
He couldn’t possibly imagine who had stolen this patriarch’s glory!
Under such circumstances, how could he dare to say anything?
But now, Su Bai had asked him directly, and for a moment, Chen Shaoyou had no way out.
His body trembled and sweat beaded on his forehead. He struggled and hesitated for a long while before finally gritting his teeth and nodding.
"Yes!"
Su Bai glanced at the cloud-shrouded sky and continued, as if to himself,
"For more than sixty thousand years into the future, the laws established today will be followed, yet none of the glory will be associated with me."
"Are you wondering who stole the glory that should have been mine?"
Upon hearing this,
Chen Shaoyou’s body trembled even more violently, but he still gritted his teeth and nodded.
"Yes!"
His Heart Spirit trembled!
He felt as if all his thoughts, every single notion, had no place to hide before this patriarch.
He had been seen through, completely and with ease.
At this, a hint of a smile appeared on Su Bai’s face.
"Are you perhaps suspecting that the Elder Celestial Master you speak of, my Direct Disciple, Cui Yanliang, stole my glory?"
CRACK!!
Chen Shaoyou abruptly raised his head. A mixture of broken teeth and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
He couldn’t suppress the terror in his heart, but he retorted loudly,
"Absolutely not!"
He had entertained such a guess, but it was merely a guess.
He absolutely refused to believe that the Elder Celestial Master would commit such an act of betraying his own master!
If he had truly done such a thing, given the fiery temper of Wang E—that is, Wang Lingtian—master and disciple would have turned on each other long ago.
How then could there be a celebrated tale of their master-disciple relationship, passed down for sixty thousand years?
"Go back for now. In a few days, you will accompany me on a trip."
Su Bai waved his hand.
Chen Shaoyou, who had been about to say more, felt a jolt run through his body.
When he opened his eyes again, he was already off the high platform.
As his figure swayed, he heard the patriarch’s final words.
"Whether it’s true or not is unimportant."
"The credit for success need not be mine."
He knew those words were the patriarch’s answer to the question in his heart.
"The credit for success need not be mine..."
Chen Shaoyou was deeply moved.
He looked up at the high platform and murmured to himself.
...
After several expansions, the original walls of the Da Yu Capital City had become inner walls, and the original city itself had become the Inner City.
And even the Inner City had undergone considerable changes.
Stepping into this city again after eight years,
Cui Yanliang felt a surge of emotion from within the private room of an old, well-established restaurant.
Eight years was not a short amount of time, even for him.
"In eight years, I have undergone drastic transformations on two levels."
"A transformation of power, and a transformation of the heart..."
Cui Yanliang gazed at the enormous high platform standing in the center of the Capital City and sighed.
"But even so, I still cannot fathom my teacher’s true depths."
"Compared to my teacher,"
"I am still so very, very far behind..."
...
"The Sect Leader has abdicated!"
At a certain moment, the peace of the Da Yu Capital City was shattered by this sudden piece of news.
"In his eight years of rule, the Sect Leader built no palaces and constructed no mausoleums. He established new laws, introduced iron carriages, pacified the Demon Ghosts, protected the trade routes, built irrigation works, and reclaimed farmland."
"He kept virtuous officials close and distanced himself from petty men..."
"What’s even more incredible is that the Sect Leader never committed a single misdeed, not one improper act."