The nights in the Senhai Source Realm were indeed without a bright moon.

Even stars were absent.

The Yuheng Star only appeared in the daytime.

However, judging from the scene of the Dragon God’s acknowledgement, the Yuheng Star was not the source of light for this world either.

The stars and moon of night belonged to their homeland.

The Senhai Source Realm had its own complexities.

But Guanyan’s dispersing figure only conveyed a sense of loneliness.

The loneliness of being alone in a foreign land for five hundred years.

The loneliness of a single spark of true spirit wandering in the cracks of the world.

For five hundred years, longing for the bright moon, yet the bright moon was never seen.

Did he ever regret it?

Su Qiyun caught the slowly falling God-Entrusting Jade, and couldn’t help but wonder about this question.

Within the God-Entrusting Jade now, was nurtured a tiny spark of Xiaoyu’s true spirit. She clutched the God-Entrusting Jade tightly, afraid of losing it.

The frost light had faded.

Only Jiang Wang’s flame flowers and the Divine Dragon incense were still burning quietly.

The three of them, each with their own thoughts, waited until dawn like this.

No more accidents occurred on the way back to the Land of Divine Blessing.

Qing Qishu’s body was sent back to the clan, amidst cries of sorrow.

This usually boisterous fellow actually had good relationships with many people. Because people knew that although he seemed shameless, he never had any ill intentions.

Qing Bazhi looked up at the sky, unwilling to let others see his reddened eyes. The two of them usually had the most conflicts, always at odds, but there was never any real hatred.

Qing Jiuye was silent, simply taking Qing Qishu from Jiang Wang’s arms.

Qinghua looked at Qing Qishu’s forever closed eyes, her mouth opened and closed, but she didn’t say a word either.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to speak, nor was she mute. But as the Holy Maiden of Qing, serving the Dragon God, she had to convey the Dragon God’s divine will at important moments, and couldn’t speak to anyone other than the priests, lest she “pollute” the divine intent.

“Did Qishu say anything?” Qing Jiuye asked.

His question was actually for Qinghua. It was also for the deceased Qing Qishu.

After all, who didn’t know Qing Qishu’s feelings for Qinghua?

“He said,” Jiang Wang said, “The Senhai Source Realm is vast, and Qinghua can go to the ends of the world to see it in the future.”

Qinghua didn’t look up.

The crowd parted a path.

The old priestess approached tremblingly.

She was already very old, and walking wasn’t easy.

In Jiang Wang’s eyes, this image slowly overlapped with that of the beautiful and pure girl in Guanyan’s memories.

The old woman paused when she saw Qing Qishu’s body, but continued to walk forward.

There was a very real sadness in her eyes, but it was quickly wiped away.

She looked at Jiang Wang and the others kindly: “Thank you for your hard work.”

She was Qing Qishu’s aunt, but more importantly, she was the priestess of the Senhai Sacred Clan.

This extraordinary strength reminded Jiang Wang of Guanyan’s words.

“The years are long, and we all need to endure hardship. If she knew that I still had a true spirit, she wouldn’t be able to hold on.”

How much had she shouldered and sacrificed for the Senhai Sacred Clan?

Besides Guanyan, no one knew.

Of the current Senhai Sacred Clan, only she had experienced the dark period. Those sins and that history were all on her shoulders.

Once upon a time, she was also a girl who loved her sweetheart, her eyes only filled with tenderness.

She carried the entire Senhai Sacred Clan forward alone, so she dared not be weak, could not be weak.

Jiang Wang steadied himself and said, “We’ll have to trouble you to open the altar so we can leave from here.”

“Of course, please come this way.”

Su Qiyun and Wu Quji didn’t speak, letting Jiang Wang represent them.

“Before that, I’d like to go to the library. I have some doubts that I need to find answers to in your clan’s records. Is that possible?” Jiang Wang asked.

The old priestess hesitated for a moment: “Of course.”

She instructed, “Qinghua, you lead the two envoys to the altar to wait first.”

Then she said to Jiang Wang: “Come with me.”

Su Qiyun and Wu Quji both looked at Jiang Wang. Seeing him nod, they followed Qinghua.

Jiang Wang followed the old woman towards the Senhai Sacred Clan’s library.

He knew that the priestess had specifically asked to lead the way for him personally, there must be something she wanted to say.

“After returning from the Forest of Suspended Heads, the other two envoys are very trusting of you. You must have made a great contribution when facing Yanxiao. Perhaps, you are more excellent than I imagined.” The old woman chatted as she walked.

Jiang Wang himself hadn’t noticed this.

“It was everyone working together, everyone was very dedicated,” he said.

The old woman continued to chat: “Su Qi was originally a girl. Hmm, good-looking.”

Jiang Wang explained, “Her artifact that concealed her appearance was shattered by Yanxiao in battle, that’s how I found out.”

“I know it must have been difficult,” the old woman repeated, “Thank you for your hard work.”

Jiang Wang didn’t feign humility.

The difficulty and fierceness of the battle process didn’t need to be said, the traces on Qing Qishu’s body were enough to prove it.

“I thought she would ask me about the ‘Night Incursion,’ but she didn’t.”

The old woman casually talked about Su Qiyun, but after a while, she suddenly said, “Did he leave something in the Forest of Suspended Heads?”

The first “she” was Su Qiyun. The latter “he” was of course Guanyan.

Out of tacit understanding or emotion, the old lady keenly sensed something.

Jiang Wang was silent.

Silence was the answer.

The answer that couldn’t be spoken.

“I understand,” the old woman said.

She didn’t let herself fall too deeply into emotions.

Changing the subject, she said, “He always managed to arrange everything well, taking good care of you. He’s a reassuring man.”

“You, if you have a girl you like, you might as well learn from him in this aspect.”

She shook her head, “Those things you taught Qishu, won’t do.”

Jiang Wang was greatly embarrassed. He hadn’t expected that the methods he had taught Qing Qishu for getting a girlfriend had reached the old woman’s ears.

The library was reached.

The priestess stopped under the tree: “I’ll wait for you at the altar.”

She didn’t ask Jiang Wang’s true purpose in coming to the library, didn’t ask if it was related to Guanyan, didn’t ask what Guanyan had left behind.

She trusted all of Guanyan’s decisions.

Even if he concealed something from her, it must be out of love.

Jiang Wang stood for a while, smoothing out the complex emotions in his heart, before walking into the library. Following the clues Guanyan had given, he indeed found a moon-white monk’s robe.

There was nothing special about it.

It hadn’t decayed in the long years, perhaps because of the special nature of this library.

After putting away the monk’s robe, Jiang Wang left.

He hadn’t turned a single page of the various records in the library.

They were all things that had been organized by Guanyan, it was impossible to find any clues that Guanyan didn’t want them to find.

In front of the Tree Altar, the crowd gathered.

Jiang Wang had thought that they would leave silently, just as they had come silently.

At most, Qing Jiuye, Qing Bazhi, and a few other people they had contact with would come to see them off.

But he hadn’t expected that almost the entire Senhai Sacred Clan had come.

The space in front of the Tree Altar was packed full.

Of course, all of the Senhai Sacred Clan members numbered less than three thousand.

Far from the scale of sweeping the Senhai Source Realm during the dark period.

“All the Sacred Clan members have come to see you off.” The old priestess stood in front of the altar and said to them, “Thank you for your contribution to the Senhai Sacred Clan, thank you for your life-risking efforts. May the Dragon God bless you.”

Jiang Wang, Su Qiyun, and Wu Quji stood on the altar, just like when they had undergone the Dragon God identity verification.

But the difference was that the altar was now crowded with people.

Men and women, young and old.

People looked at them, filled with gratitude.

Everyone lowered their heads and touched their hearts at this moment: “May the Dragon God bless you!”

It wasn’t until this moment, in this kind of holiness and solemnity, that Jiang Wang and the others truly felt that they had indeed saved this place.