Chapter 763: A Tsunami Of Thousands!

Chapter 763: A Tsunami Of Thousands!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Following the swift circulation of these legends, many had begun to dig out ancient archives — extremely old records — that spoke of the legends regarding the School of the Kismet State. The rumors were real after all.

At the same time, the people of the entire land were struck by an epiphany; so this-this was the real truth!

There is truly the existence of a god — a savior — in this world!

Now, it was well known that during the era where the nations were established, rulers of the land were chosen amongst many by members of the School of the Kismet State — the body where a true sovereign would be selected.

They were a group of benevolent beings, for every time they made an appearance, their purpose was not to seize power for their own selfish gains but to rid the world of chaos — the reason behind their existence was solely to save the people from their worldly miseries!

Their virtuous deeds were boundless.

The practice of selecting the true sovereign and delivering peace to the world — such deeds were irreplicable! How could a tradition like that not amass respect?

What was one supposed to do, if not to respect such an individual?

As for their role in enabling empires and establishing sovereigns, they had contributed massively after all; what was the fuss in requiring a little repayment? Being under the reign of benevolent individuals would be the ultimate gift to the people of the world!

Furthermore, the School of the Kismet State habitually retreated into hiding after selecting the true sovereign. They never seemed to stay around to claim responsibility for their deeds — causing many from the land to not have even heard of them!

How noble!

The rulers of Yutang were grinding their teeth over such remarks.

The efforts we had painstakingly invested in this — the blood of our soldiers painting the ground red and good men slaving themselves away tirelessly over the years; the great outcome we see today was only attainable through generations of hard work!

With a twist of a tongue, all these achievements are suddenly yours to claim — wild tales that you were the origin, the one who instigated all of these?

This was preposterous!

Misleading the crowd by perpetuating rumors; that was the current situation they faced.

Suddenly, the whole of Tiantang City was bursting with an array of book antiquities at every corner — many of them rarities which only existed in lore had promptly begun to surface in the present world. Scholars invested their time in studying and expanding theories about the subject, promptly writing and documenting the School of the Kismet State, singing praise without restraint.

With the legend of Supreme Cloud, the identity of Supreme Cloud and the legend of the School of the Kismet State interwoven as one, ancient legends and present-day myths continued to enhance each other's tales, only to deliver even more shocking discoveries to the people!

In the eyes of the emperor of Yutang, the incoming series of changes were blatantly malignant. All of them seemed to appear on the eve of the unifying peace to come — a series of unusual surprises leaping out of nowhere!

Even with the intervention of the officials and the disapproval of the emperor of Yutang himself, the fiery passion did not falter a single bit. It grew even more intense by the moment — it was overwhelmingly potent!

In the wake of this sudden incident, the Residence of Yun was flooded with throngs of people. Many citizens knelt before the gates; some had even rooted themselves to the spot by kneeling there, unwilling to budge.

As if embarking on a pilgrimage, countless people dropped to their knees with every step they took, paying their respects throughout the whole journey.

"Lord Supreme Cloud!"

"Young Master Yun Yang is Supreme Cloud!"

"No wonder Young Master Yun is so good-looking — a great young master like him in the midst of such dark times is actually Lord Supreme Cloud himself!"

"Lord Supreme Cloud is our savior! We must certainly go to where he lives to deliver our utmost gratitude — or else it will be deemed ungrateful and disrespectful of us!"

Under the influence of such thoughts, the citizens throughout the whole of Yutang had started to make their way towards Tiantang City!

Lord Supreme Cloud might not have cared about our repayments, but being a recipient of his grace, we certainly must pay our respects, no matter what. We may not be fated to meet, but we must certainly journey to catch a glimpse of Lord Supreme Cloud's residence at the very least!

Every citizen of Yutang had already gotten this sense of gratitude deeply ingrained within their hearts. In the past, they were more determined in suppressing such thoughts to prevent Supreme Cloud's identity from being exposed, for they did not know who Supreme Cloud really was. Now that Yutang was to about to unite Tianxuan as a whole, this worry was the least of their concerns, and when invoked by certain well-intentioned individuals, the wave of gratitude was accumulated with the overwhelming ferocity of a tsunami.

Even if the Residence of Yun were equipped with countless masters, their capabilities were rendered useless in a situation like this no matter how powerful they were — their hands were totally tied!

"We don't have to meet Lord Supreme Cloud — just paying homage before his gates would suffice!"

"It would be the ultimate blessing to just catch a glimpse of Lord Supreme Cloud's residence — I'll die with no regrets!"

Feeling helpless, Yun Xiaoyao warily opened up the gates to the Residence of Yun after tidying up Yun Yang's quarters, allowing public visitations.

Thus, news of his gestures traveled far and wide, causing a stir within the nation!

The number of people who visited the Residence of Yun exceeded three hundred thousand each day, and the headcount was still increasing!

A situation like this was simply unnerving.

The blanket and pillows in Yun Yang's bedroom had turned entirely into a shade of black in merely two to three days — everybody desired the chance to graze their fingers unto Lord Supreme Cloud's personal amenities…

Although they were strictly warned by the supervising personnel, some still boldly conducted the act, or perhaps, they were willing to risk their lives in this to accomplish this dream of theirs.

Everyone's hands were tied when faced with a situation like this. They could only warn them verbally — how could they possibly put a stop to this by using physical force?

The emperor was fuming mad regarding this matter, yet he was completely helpless.

A bright person could easily tell that this was clearly a ruse by someone — a ruse exploiting the admiration and respect the people had for the Nine Supremes to initiate public disorder.

Surely there was some other motive deep within his bones!

However, with the people's aspirations ringing loud and clear, there was nothing that could be done.

The emperor, Yun Xiaoyao, Qiu Jianhan, Fang Qingtian and the rest of the senior officials of Yutang were now in a terrible situation. They were sitting on pins, clearly at their wit's end!

They were fully aware that someone out there had malicious motives, cooking up such a ruse in the dark, yet their hands were tied as they only could only drift along, letting the matter take its course; they knew full well that this could amount to an unimaginable outcome, yet there was nothing they could do!

How could a feeling like this be easily placated?

Of course, there were two individuals in particular who felt incredibly elated and honored towards everything that had transpired — Ji Lingxi and Shangguan Lingxiu.

Judging by how bright they were, they were certainly aware that there had been someone pulling the strings behind the scenes all along; however, the prestige of their beloved could not have been an act!

How could the two ladies not be overwhelmed with emotion under such circumstances?

This was especially true of Ji Lingxi, who was Supreme Wind's biological sister. Witnessing how the prestige of the Nine Supremes had been cast upon the nation, evoking tears of joy and appreciation from the people as they paid homage wholeheartedly — her fair maiden's heart was about to explode from the tumult of emotions she was feeling.

This is my brother's accomplishment!

This is Yun Yang's accomplishment!

They are such great men!

He is worthy of every bit of respect, admiration, and devotion! He is worthy of the adoration of ladies, he is worth any treasure in the world!

My beloved!

…

"I want to know just where the hell Supreme Cloud is right now! Right this moment!" In the palace, the emperor's face was dark with anger.

Standing before him was Yun Xiaoyao, looking extremely distressed.

The emperor stared hard at his brother of another mother with a murderous gaze, his knuckles crackling loudly— he was filled with the intense impulse to beat up a certain someone!

Recalling the times they had spent discussing the identity of Supreme Cloud together, discussing Yun Yang, discussing… related matters, Yun Xiaoyao's solemn assurance was still clearly ringing in his ears.

'He is not Supreme Cloud!'

'Your humble brother can guarantee that!'

'Your humble brother will swear by anything, as a guarantee of this!'

Now, however…

The emperor gritted his teeth.

Judging by his murderous expression, the emperor might just tear him apart, bit by bit, at any moment!