Nightfall

Chaos at the Peach Mountain

The middle-aged disciple asked, “How can human beings predict Haotian’s will?”

“Haotian can predict anything, but she might not be able to predict her own future.”

The Abbey Dean held onto his cup of tea, looking towards the Peach Mountain, as he said emotionlessly. In order not to let the figure in the Divine Hall of Light know about his arrangements, he chose not to think about what he wanted.

If that person could return to Haotian’s Divine Kingdom and let the people from the South Sea return to Peach mountain, it can be said that the true descendants would be presiding over the Rite to Light. However, if she was unable to find her way back, the Rite to Light would be held in vain. West-Hill would have to consider their situation in the future. In that case, the people from the South Sea would become his supporters, and Chen Pipi would not need to be sacrificed.

The middle-aged wondered, “How could she lose?”

The Abbey Dean explained, “The Headmaster made her stay in the human world. If she is unable to cut away her bonds to the human world, she would naturally lose.”

The middle-aged questioned, “Even if she failed to cut away her bond to the human world, she could still take our lives.”

Answered the Abbey Dean, “Although she is in now the human world and is no longer the Haotian I used to believe in, she would still be objective and fair. After all I’ve done for Haotian Taoism, why would she kill me? I will survive because of my belief. No one can change that.”

The middle-aged was still worried, “What about those people from the South Sea?”

The Abbey Dean said, “If they survive, they will be the future of Taoism. Otherwise, may they rest in peace.”

…

Back at West-Hill, in the front yard of the Peach Mountain.

The head of Revelation Institute asked Zhao Nanhai, “What are you trying to do?”

After six hundred years, the descendants of the Great Divine Priest of South See could not be coming all the way back just to participate in the Rite to Light. Zhao Nanhai looked towards the Divine Hall of Light at the top of the Peach Mountain and answered with complex feelings, “We shall return to the Divine Hall of Light, and re-light the eternal lamp.”

As their school was descended from the former Great Divine Priest, the School of South Sea was a legitimate branch of West-Hill. Since there was not yet a new Great Divine Priest of Light, they were justified to make a claim for the position.

Most importantly, after hearing their chanting previously, people felt that these divine priests from the South Sea were indeed powerful enough to take over the Divine Hall of Light.

Upon hearing their request, the Hierarch in the sacred sedan sat back upright again indifferently.

If it was in the past, he would have frowned at their return, since they had the right to reclaim the Divine Hall of Light no matter in terms of rules or legacy. Yet he could not care less about such matters at this point. Although the eternal lamp had died out previously, as long as that figure stayed in the Divine Hall of Light, anyone else would have no chance to take it over. For them to even think about that would be the most ridiculous.

The head of Revelation Institute turned to those from the South Sea and replied, “The inheritance of the Divine Hall of Light is a serious matter. Let us finish the rite first. We will look into it afterwards. Please stand aside for the time being.”