Chapter 87: What the Mortal World Can Least Keep

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Three years later, Luojing.

Year after year the flowers are much the same, but year after year the people are different.

The ancient city had just seen a rain, washing away the gloom and blood brought by war.

A handsome Daoist in azure robes walked the streets of his memory, gazing at the street full of mourning white, and finally stopped before a teahouse that had changed its signboard.

“Even the signboard’s been replaced?”

“I was hoping to taste their phoenix claws again.”

The Daoist sighed softly and continued on.

When he passed the old clinic, he found that the clinic had become a cloth shop.

After asking around.

He learned that more than twenty years ago, Doctor Xu had sold off his business and left Luojing with his whole family, to parts unknown.

It was said he had offended some noble in the palace.

Hearing this, the Daoist followed the streets he had come by, crossing the city and its markets, until he reached the Meridian Gate.

An execution at the Meridian Gate had just concluded.

Large patches of bloodstains still remained on the ground. It was impossible to tell whether they had forgotten to wash them, or had not had time.

He only saw that in the distance, more prison carts were approaching.

The prisoners locked in the carts were said to be demonic cultivators of the Way of the Celestial Masters.

Defeated and captured, the court was furious and intended to wipe out their families and clans.

“The Way of the Celestial Masters.”

The Daoist murmured, seemingly deep in thought, and stepped toward the city outskirts.

He walked along the official road. From time to time, he could see corpses by the roadside that had not yet been collected.

The wild dogs fighting over them and the passersby hurrying past in fear told him the world was no longer peaceful.

And the unrest had originated from the Celestial Master Rebellion that had swept across all nations two years ago.

Two years ago, at the Ascension Assembly held in the Jin Kingdom.

A group of people calling themselves Celestial Masters attacked and killed the Immortal Masters, exposing the truth of the Ascension Assembly’s selection, shocking the world.

Afterward, they raised the banner of “Are kings, lords, generals, and ministers born to their stations?”, and for a time rebellions rose on all sides.

In every nation under heaven, rebels rose up under the banner of the Way of the Celestial Masters, setting off a war that swept the entire world.

At its strongest.

The Way of the Celestial Masters was said to have thirty million celestial soldiers and generals, sweeping across the sixteen nations of the world, beating the armies of each nation back again and again.

Even the capitals and imperial cities of various nations were captured by the Way of the Celestial Masters.

Unfortunately, the good times did not last.

Half a year ago, over a hundred Immortal Masters descended upon the mortal world, winning battle after battle and executing many Celestial Masters.

Then, three months ago, they defeated the three leaders of the Way of the Celestial Masters in one stroke.

The sixteen Celestial Master armies that had swept across the nations were also, under the suppression of the Immortal Masters, beaten back again and again by the armies of each nation.

As if in the blink of an eye.

The mighty uprising of the Way of the Celestial Masters had encountered