Dao Equaling the Heavens
Chapter 324 - 208: The Collapse of Daqian, Ascension to the Throne_3

Chapter 324: Chapter 208: The Collapse of Daqian, Ascension to the Throne_3

This is also why Immortals have no lifespan limits, yet they still pass away at some future time.

Becoming a Saint is not only about contending with Qingcang in magic, but also with heaven and earth, and even more so with all living beings.

Waiting another hundred thousand years doesn’t matter.

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The strange phenomena in heaven and earth gradually subsided, and the city of Bianjing was slowly filled with the sound of weeping.

The dead do not speak, the living weep, and come nightfall, calmness is restored.

Qingcang slowly descended to the ground, standing atop the damaged palace walls with Gu Wen. She saved hundreds of thousands of people without uttering a word, seemingly indifferent to fame and profit.

Suddenly, the sounds of people kneeling came from below, as their position atop the wall was quite conspicuous, with the palace located in the very heart of Bianjing.

After the battle had ended, people gradually began to gather here.

Among them were those who wanted to enter the palace to grab wealth, as well as simply honest folks coming to kowtow, but without exception, they all came to bow their heads to Gu Wen and the others on the city walls.

Qingcang raised an eyebrow and then gracefully stepped behind Gu Wen, using her beloved disciple to block herself.

"Master, aren’t you going to show your face?"

Gu Wen was somewhat surprised; how could this mighty Immortal comrade be shy in front of the masses?

Qingcang responded, "As your teacher, I am not good with words, and they don’t need to remember me. As long as they live well, that’s enough."

"Having done the deed, one should fade away, deeply concealing both deeds and name. You truly are my master."

"Your literary grace is extraordinary, disciple."

"Alright, you two stop with your deep teacher-student affection. Qingcang, you need to take the Immortality Pill quickly."

Ao Tang, who was nearby, could hardly bear it any longer; the disciple was a wily trickster fond of flattering, and the master ’bore a son in old age’ and was exceptionally fond of him.

Upon hearing this, Gu Wen did not dare delay and took out the Longevity Pill, saying, "In the recent conflict with the Lord Emperor, this Longevity Pill seemed to have a consciousness of its own, turning into a human form when blood is dripped on it."

Before she could finish speaking, Qingcang placed the Longevity Pill straight into her mouth and swallowed it, composedly saying, "There are no abnormalities now."

"....."

A high level of strength is truly capricious; all seemingly complicated problems are no longer problems.

"Is your issue resolved?" Gu Wen asked with concern.

Qingcang smiled and said, "Yu Hua’s problem is resolved, she will have no worries in the future."

"And you, Master?"

Gu Wen caught on to the key issue, having a rather bad premonition.

Qingcang remained as straightforward and unperturbed as ever, "I will not die, but I will grow old and die here, in about forty years."

The atmosphere became unusually silent in an instant.

"How can this be, didn’t you take the Immortality Pill?" Ao Tang was the first to break the silence, showcasing his value as a Daoist Sect elder, as only he and Gu Wen could speak to Qingcang so directly.

"We’ve put in so much effort, why can’t you live a second life? Forty years, that is even shorter than the half-dead existence you had before!"

As he spoke, Ao Tang’s emotions stirred, and his donkey face went through more than a dozen expressions in an instant, encompassing all the fierce beasts in the world.

"Ao Tang, I am not dead, it’s just that my time might be a bit short."

Qingcang’s voice was calm, like the evening breeze that was blowing.

The Immortality Pill was incomplete, part of the Longevity Pill was absorbed, she talked about revival, and also made a sacrifice to save hundreds of thousands of people.

"Forty years is not short. People live their lives not by their length, but by their content. Rather than extending my own life for tens of thousands of years, I would prefer to use my life to extend the lives of tens of millions."

"I’ve heard that beyond the heavens, our people have grown to hundreds of millions. If they each live as long as a breath of mine, then I have lived for tens of millions of years, don’t you think?"

She asked everyone, and none could answer her. Compared to the crazed obsession with longevity among the other great powers, Qingcang’s open-mindedness about life and death left people even more breathless.

Everyone talks about transcending life and death, but in this world, only she truly practiced it.

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At the end of February, the Nanchun Army took over Bianjing, shaking the world.

The strife had still not ended, but Daqian had reached its end.

At the beginning of March, amidst the broken palace walls, the central Qianyuan Hall was still intact,

Gu Wen, supporting a short man with somewhat graying hair, walked up the steps together, eventually standing before the dragon throne.

He sat down on the dragon throne, looking down upon the empty court below devoid of officials, only broken walls remaining.

This position was once his dream, perhaps he would become the founding Emperor, or perhaps die in a rebellion, but in the end, he desired to sit upon it.

"The throne is nothing special, after all."

But in less than a minute, Gu Wen felt utterly disillusioned, and he pushed Jiang Fugui dressed as a rich landlord onto the dragon throne.

Jiang Fugui was somewhat bewildered, "Sir, what are you doing?"

Gu Wen said calmly, "Bestowing upon you the greatest glory to your ancestors."

Five years prior he was a beggar, a year before a house slave, today he sat on the dragon throne.

And on this day, this position countless people dreamt of, was something he could easily cast aside.