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The Abbey Dean's figure disappeared in the wind and snow.
Eldest Brother swayed slightly, as if he was about to fall and walk. More blood seeped out of his old cotton gown. At this moment, Yu Lian reached out and hooked his belt around his waist. She shook her head.
"He's right." Yu Lian said, "Even if you try your best to catch up with him, I can't. It's still meaningless. Even if you want to leave Chang 'an with him, you can't."
Eldest Brother said tiredly, "Then what should we do?"
Yu Lian said, "Since we can't catch up with him, we can only wait for him to be stopped."
Eldest Brother said, "Who can stop the Abbey Dean now?"
Yu Lian said, "Chang 'an."
Eldest Brother looked at the crack in the clouds above Vermilion Bird Avenue and said, "The city has been broken."
"It's just a crack."
Yu Lian said, "When the crack is sewn up, we can come together."
Eldest Brother said, "It's not appropriate to let Youngest Brother bear such heavy pressure."
Yu Lian said, "Although he's still very weak now, the city belongs to him since Master has given it to him. That's the pressure he should bear."
Eldest Brother said, "Then we wait?"
"Rest."
Yu Lian loosened Eldest Brother's belt and held his arm, helping him walk to the side of the street. Chen Pipi squatted on the rubble by the street, his eyes red and swollen like rotten peaches on the West-Hill.
Yu Lian said, "Come and help him."
Chen Pipi quickly wiped the tears off his face and came to help.
There were ruins on both sides of the street. There was a sturdy silver building, only half of which had collapsed, with some broken eaves that could shelter them from the snow and rain. The three sat under the eaves, waiting for the final outcome.
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The chirping of cicadas in winter gradually quieted down. The snow rose again in the morning and danced with the wind. The dry snowflakes fell on the street and were blown by the cold wind. There seemed to be countless salt crystals rolling on the straight Vermilion Bird Avenue.
In the wind and snow, the Abbey Dean's figure was as small as a flying swan, or as inconspicuous as a snowflake. However, Chang 'an was, after all, the God-stunning Array left by the Headmaster, so he was soon found.
Countless houses in the 365 streets and alleys in the Eastern City, as well as countless bricks and stones, all sensed the arrival of the Abbey Dean. An ancient aura emanated from the cracks of the bricks and the moss and snow.
The five lakes in the western part of the city had also sensed the arrival of enemies in Chang 'an. The surface of the lakes that were covered with ice and snow began to shake slightly, and hot springs began to gush out from the rocks in the depths of the lakes.
When the thin snow fell on the city wall of Chang 'an, the magnificent city sensed the arrival of the enemy. This was the most powerful enemy it had encountered in the past thousand years.
Countless auras rose from the Imperial Palace, from the government offices, from the residences, from the lakes, mountains, wells, and trees. The aura of heaven and earth above the grand city suddenly underwent an extremely violent change. The low and heavy snow clouds rolled restlessly, instantly covering the crack in the clouds above the Vermilion Bird Avenue, perfectly blocking the majestic power cast down from the sky.
The Abbey Dean looked up at the sky and confirmed that the Tianqi was blocked again. Then he looked around Chang 'an and sensed the terrible power contained in those auras.
But he still looked calm and continued to walk north.
Because he was walking on the Vermilion Bird Avenue, walking on the damaged part of the city.
The snow on the Vermilion Bird Avenue had been blown to the sides and piled up into knee-high piles. It looked like the thousand-mile city wall of the Yan Kingdom against the Eastern Wilderness. The Vermilion Bird in the middle of the street was very clear.
The Abbey Dean walked past the Vermilion Bird.
The Vermilion Bird suddenly opened its eyes. They were lively and violent, as if it was about to become a living creature.
The Abbey Dean turned to the Vermilion Bird and said, "Evil creature."
In the eyes of the Vermilion Bird, there was a struggling emotion, but it turned dark because of fear.
The Vermilion Bird was a killing talisman in the God-stunning Array. Its power was equal to a full blow from a cultivator at the peak of the Knowing Destiny State. Even cultivators who had passed the threshold of the Five States and Liu Bai would be afraid of it.
But the Abbey Dean just said one sentence indifferently.
The Vermilion Bird turned dark.
The array in Chang 'an was like an iron curtain that had covered the sky in the human world for a thousand years. Even though the Abbey Dean was the most powerful cultivator in Haotian Taoism in the past thousand years, he could not tear the iron curtain with his own power.
However, as long as one had enough time, one would be able to accumulate enough power. The Dao Sect used a thousand years and finally tore a hole in this iron curtain.
The Abbey Dean continued to walk like an immortal.
The doors of the houses along the street were closed. Some people looked at the street through the cracks of the doors. They looked at the Taoist in indigo who looked like an immortal, and their eyes were full of fear and despair.
Since the early morning, the bells in Chang 'an had been ringing and the snow was burning. Everyone in the city knew what was happening. But in the face of a battle that was beyond the Five States, secular power was meaningless.
He approached the North City.
The side of the street suddenly opened up. A large meadow covered with thin snow added a sense of tranquility to the dozens of small buildings and the winter forest. It was the Military Ministry of the Tang Empire.
If it was a normal war, the Military Ministry of the Tang Empire behind the snow-covered meadow would definitely be the place that the enemy wanted to destroy the most.
But the Abbey Dean did not even look at it.
He looked at the buildings in the north quietly.
That majestic and magnificent Imperial City.
His destination was the small building in the imperial palace.
He wanted to destroy the God-stunning Array Eye under the small building.
He was the only one who could do it.
The Abbey Dean started to walk forward.
Suddenly, his footsteps returned to their original position.
He looked at the wind and snow in front of him and slightly raised his eyebrows.
The wind and snow suddenly rose and then gradually condensed into two traces.
The Abbey Dean's expression gradually became serious.
The two traces condensed by the wind and snow were very strange. They were suspended in the air, neither dispersing nor falling.
It was like someone had written two strokes in the air.
It was not ink, but snow.
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Ning Que had already woken up after meditating for a night by the Yanming Lake.
When he woke up, his clothes and the lake and mountains around him had been covered by the first snow. It was a vast expanse of whiteness.
He stood up. The snow rustled down.
He stood by the cliff and looked at the snow lake.
He held the array eye pestle in his hand. He looked at the snow lake and then at Chang 'an City.
He saw the snow falling like a curtain in the south of Chang 'an City.
He saw the snowflakes burning in the sky like fire.
He saw the street in the winter rain.
He saw the Taoist in indigo floating like an immortal and arriving at the imperial city in a moment.
He suddenly reached his hand behind his shoulder and pulled out the cold hilt of his podao.
Then he chopped down.
The podao chopped down casually. There were two swishing sounds.
Two clear marks appeared on the snow lake.
The next moment, the two marks disappeared from the snow lake.
He fled between the heavens and earth, his whereabouts unknown.
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The two marks he made on the snow lake came to the Vermilion Bird Avenue.
They came to the front of the Abbey Dean.
The Abbey Dean looked serious.
He stopped.
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Two marks, one stroke and the other stroke.
They formed a simple and sharp word.
It was: "Yi".
It looked like the cross of a sword and a knife.
It meant that the grass was cut silently.
And there was a meaning that even a child could understand.
— This road is blocked.
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