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South of Pingzhou lay many great mountains.
In early winter, the vegetation withered, the world turned a dull yellow. Along the mountain roads came, from time to time, the jingling of mule bells, while travelers in heavy coats trudged along.
The Daoist too wore thick clothing, leaning on a bamboo staff as he walked along the mountain ridge, pausing now and then to gaze into the distance. At his side padded a cat, keeping close. Meanwhile, a swallow alighted briefly to rest.
They had just dismounted from the back of a great white crane.
“We’ve already been to all five mountains, where do we go next? Back to Yizhou, meow?” the cat asked as they walked.
“No rush.”
“No rush!”
“Of course not.”
“Are we waiting until next autumn, meow?”
“Early autumn will do.”
The Daoist spoke while his eyes roamed over the vast scenery.
Now that the five paths to heaven had all been restored, and Golden Spirit Official slain, as well as Duke of Thunder Zhou persuaded, the Celestial Emperor’s direct power no longer existed. Among the ancient deities, Fiery Sun Emperor Lord had been gravely injured and gone into seclusion, which was itself a declaration of stance. The Ancient God of Heavenly Bell had fallen. The Emperor of the Void had lent token aid, and the Daoist had not pressed him to the bitter end. Between them, a tacit understanding was reached.
Borrowing the pretext of restoring the paths to heaven, half the strength of the Heaven’s unworthy gods had already been removed. What remained chiefly were the Four Saints of the Four Directions.
It was time to depose them. That would be the true battl...
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