This sword glow was extremely faint, like the trace left behind by a fallen leaf in the wind. If one did not stare closely, it would be impossible to notice.
With a light swish, an extremely thin sword slash appeared in the night sky.
This sword slash happened to be on the transparent mirror of light.
A cut had been made on the wine sack, allowing wine to spill out.
The golden liquid poured down like a waterfall toward the mirror of light, and the surface of the mirror began to visibly shrink.
This meant that the spatial crystal wall was beginning to stabilize and that the path was disappearing.
The pillar of light was still connecting the two worlds.
The Archangel floated into the distance, his thin lips parting as he soundlessly said something.
With a crack, the distant pillar of light suddenly snapped in half. Like an iceberg, it slowly slid down the smooth surface.
Half of the pillar of light fell into the void, gradually drifting away until it was finally annihilated.
It was impossible to say if the Archangel and the several dozen fastest Angels would be able to survive the chaotic streams of space.
The most miserable were the two-hundred-some Angels in the rear.
The breaking of the pillar of light and its descent represented the dislocation of space.
Even though the bodies of the Angels possessed unimaginable toughness, they still found it difficult to resist the dislocation of space and were cut apart.
Golden blood could be seen everywhere in the distant space, burning into golden flowers.
The people on the ground could not hear what the Angels were shouting, but they could clearly sense their pain from their twisted faces.
A low, thunderous roar came from an unknown place.
This low cry was brimming with dignity, anger, and coldness.
A bolt of lightning pierced through the night sky and landed above the Demon Palace, accurately striking the massive sword.
With a whoosh, the massive sword split apart, transforming into three thousand swords that rained down like a torrential rain.
Chen Changsheng raised the sheath.
The three thousand swords swiftly returned to the sheath, many of them still carrying remnants of white lightning.
Chen Changsheng's face grew paler and paler, until finally, he vomited blood.
Fortunately, there was no second bolt of lightning, and that low cry did not come again.
The spatial path in the night sky had vanished, as had the pillar of light.
Even God was not omnipotent.
Everything fell silent.
The golden mirror of light had been reduced to countless fragments that slowly drifted down like fireworks.
Based on the speed at which those fragments of light drifted down, perhaps tonight, Xuelao City would be as bright as day.
Apart from this, he could no longer see the remnants of the earlier battle. He even had a feeling that the pillar of light and the Angel Army were all fake.
Everyone had the same dream.
"Look, there are stars burning over there."
Suddenly, a young child's voice rang out.
The young Daoist boy in Ye Xiaolian's bosom pointed to a certain place in the night sky and shouted.
Affected by the beam of light, the position of the star changed slightly, but it was still the position of the Southern Cross, so it could be seen very clearly.
There were no stars burning.
Wang Zhice and the Tang Old Master glanced at each other, understanding what the other was thinking.
Shang Xingzhou's ability to recruit students was truly the best in the world.
Wang Po and Xiao Zhang also felt it. Soon after, Chen Chang Sheng also felt it.
In an extremely distant place, in the sea of stars on the other side of the sea of stars, stars were burning.
A wispy sword intent was faintly discernible among those burning stars.
Soon after, more and more people felt the sword intent, even though they could not see the burning stars.
Separated by millions and millions of li, not even God could pass through, so how could the sword intent be so clearly transmitted here?
Because the sword intent had always belonged to this place.
The Sacred Light Continent could sense the Sacred Light in Chen Chang Sheng's body for the same reason.
"This sword is very arrogant. No wonder everyone says that I'm very similar to him."
Tang Thirty-Six beamed with delight, extremely pleased with himself.
"What's going on here? Why is the Heaven Shrouding Sword there! "
Black Robe looked up at the night sky, sensing that wispy sword intent in the distance. Her shrill voice seemed rather hysterical.
"You believe that you can calculate all life, calculate all the heavens and earth, but you did not calculate that His Holiness the Pope could actually break into the Divine, nor did you calculate that someone had already gone to the starry sky many years ago. He might have been arrogantly living his days on the Sacred Light Continent, or he might have been secretly observing the other party until just now, at the most crucial moment, when he unleashed that most crucial attack."
The Tang Old Master looked at Black Robe and said, "And I spent money to raise that person."
The crowd had already guessed at whose handiwork this sword intent was, but Black Robe's shouts and the Tang Old Master's words only confirmed their suspicions.
Of course, it was Su Li.
Wang Po faintly smiled, saying nothing.
Based on what the Tang Old Master had said, Su Li had been raised by the Tang clan. He had once worked as an accountant in Wenshui City for many years, so he could be counted as one.
This was not the truth, at least not all of it. One only needed to think about the long-dead Tang Second Master to know.
The Tang Old Master knew that given Wang Po's personality, he would not deny it.
Su Li would assuredly deny it, and he might even curse. Who asked him to not be here?
Tang Thirty-Six felt his face heat up, wondering if he had stuffed too much mattress into the wheelchair.
Even he felt his face heat up, so one could imagine just how shameless the Tang Old Master was in trying to ride on Black Robe's popularity and take credit.
But at such an important moment in history, if these words were circulated, the Tang clan would probably not fall for the next one thousand years.
To the Tang Old Master, he naturally could not miss out on such a chance, as he was essentially a merchant.
Other than failing to calculate that Chen Changsheng would break into the Divine, Su Li's sword, and the Tang Old Master's shamelessness, Black Robe had also failed to calculate for one thing.
Tonight, the spatial path was particularly unstable.
The near-annihilation of the Angel Army of the Sacred Light Continent was not because of Su Li's sword.
No matter how strong Su Li's sword was, it could not have reached such a level. But his sword had succeeded in severing the pillar of light, causing space to distort.
The majestic power of space was like time, difficult to resist, which was why those Angels had died one after another.
Based on her calculations, the spatial path should have been extremely sturdy. Even if Chen Changsheng broke into the Divine and Su Li's sword came down from the heavens, it would still be impossible to break it.
This was because the amount of Sacred Light in Chen Changsheng's body had greatly decreased.
For ten years, Chen Changsheng had incessantly used his blood to refine the Cinnabar Pill, even though he had consumed a vast amount of energy and had never advanced in his cultivation.
Who would have thought that it would lead to such an outcome?
It seemed that good people truly did have good karma.
Many gazes fell on Chen Changsheng, all of them filled with respect.
Chen Changsheng's gaze fell on the small carriage outside the crowd.
"Master, did you already calculate these things?"
"Then, did you already make that medicine, but you still had me constantly make Cinnabar Pills?"
"Also, did you always want to kill me because of tonight's events?"
Chen Changsheng knew that he might be overthinking things, that this sort of conjecture was just a glorification of the dead, but he still couldn't stop himself from thinking this way.
In this way, he could more easily convince himself that it wasn't that his master didn't like him, but that there were some more important matters that he had to do.
There were no answers to these questions, and no one knew what Shang Xingzhou was thinking.
Just like at this moment, no one knew what Black Robe was thinking.
All her plans had failed, her lifelong pursuit destroyed in a single night. No one would be able to accept this.
She stood there, her despair turning into numbness long ago. She could even sense no life.
Wang Zhice walked up to her, took her hand, and said, "Don't be like this in the future."
After saying this, he nodded to the Tang Old Master and Chen Changsheng, and then led Black Robe out of the hall.
Black Robe lowered her head, appearing especially obedient, like a naughty child being brought home by its parent.
The Demon Hall was abnormally quiet.
Linghai Zhiwang and the others looked at Chen Changsheng.
Chen Changsheng looked pensively at the stone steps.
The white paper on Xiao Zhang's face flapped, and it was hard to tell if he was gasping for breath or something else.
Wang Po looked at the ground at his feet, seemingly lost in thought.
The Tang Old Master's eyes were closed as if he had fallen asleep.
Finally, a voice broke the silence.
"Slow down."
Tang Thirty-Six calmly asked Wang Zhice, "Lord Wang, what is the meaning of this?"
Chen Changsheng drew back his gaze.
Xiao Zhang gave a strange cry.
Wang Po raised his head.
The Tang Old Master opened his eyes.
They all looked to Wang Zhice.
This was his attitude.
"In the end, she is my wife, and … the Human race has truly let down her brother and sister too much."
Wang Zhice said to the crowd, "I have already crippled her cultivation. In the future, I will take her to Sangharama Temple to cultivate and atone for her crimes. I will not allow her to wreak havoc in the human world."
The Tang Old Master and Wang Po could naturally see that the moment Wang Zhice had taken Black Robe's hand, Black Robe's cultivation had been crippled.
They did not know what to do. Wang Zhice's attitude was very clear and sincere, and his reason seemed very sufficient.
More importantly, he was Wang Zhice.
Divine General He Ming, the other military officers, and even Daoist Siyuan and Archbishop An Lin all felt that this was feasible.
"No."
Xu Yourong's voice was very calm and firm.
Tang Thirty-Six said, "The ones who owe this brother and sister are you, Emperor Taizong, and those people in the Lingyan Pavilion, but not us. We are still very young and have not done as many disgusting things as you have, so why should we bear the responsibility for your mistakes? "
Zhizhi hid behind Chen Changsheng and said to Wang Zhice, "This swindler whose mouth is full of lies can't be trusted. Who knows if he'll release his wife the moment he leaves the city?"
Wang Zhice ignored them. He only looked at Chen Changsheng and asked, "If you were in my position, what would you do?"
Chen Changsheng finally spoke.
"In White Emperor City, Senior Bie Yanghong once asked me a question. We even mentioned it a moment ago. Now that I think about it, this question is also very suitable for Sir."
He continued, "We have already given the answer, but Sir pretended not to see it."
Just now, Xu Yourong had been prepared to kill him and then commit suicide.
His answer was: if you really feel that you owe Zhou Dufu and his sister, then do it.
The Demon Hall grew even quieter, a rather awkward silence.
"The person I want to take away, who can remain?"
Wang Zhice's voice was still very calm, his tone still very gentle, but everyone felt a pressure.
After several hundred years of wind and rain, none of these people besides the Tang Old Master had seen Wang Zhice's former glory, but who dared to look down on him?
There was no need for any reason, just his name was enough.
He was Wang Zhice.
In Mount Han, he had appeared and the Demon Lord had retreated. Later on, in the snowy plains, he had appeared and the Demon Commander had remained silent.
And there was no need to mention the scene just now.
Even if Black Robe had been heavily injured by the Frost God Spear, even if her mind had been crippled, just who in the world could cripple Black Robe's cultivation with a single hand?
No one present was a match for him.
Xu Yourong also knew that Wang Zhice was holding back tonight, so she had not acted.
She even believed that even if Chen Changsheng and Su Li had not been able to sever that spatial path, Wang Zhice still had some other method.
Wang Zhice's strength was truly unfathomable.
It was just as he had said.
Just who could stay behind the person he wanted to take away?
"I want to try."
Wang Po walked onto the stage and said to Wang Zhice.
Ten-some years ago, Xunyang City had experienced a storm. At the time, Wang Po was already a world-renowned expert, but he was still far weaker than he was now.
At the time, for the sake of Su Li that he did not like, he dared to pull out his blade against Zhu Luo.
And now?
In that storm in Xunyang City, there was another person present today.
Chen Changsheng said, "I also want to try."
As he spoke, a clear light illuminated the night hall. Several precious treasures rose into the night sky, exuding a divine and powerful Qi.
The Star Core, the Gloom Willow, the Mountain and River Diagram, the Outer Heaven Seal, the Falling Star Stone, the Radiant Pestle.
The Li Palace's grand array was complete.
The Orthodoxy's Divine Staff once more appeared in Tang Thirty-Six's hand.
"This world is formed from countless living beings. They are not cold stones that can be made into chess pieces, a part of the game you all play."
He said to Wang Zhice, "To those lives that died because of your wife, Your Holiness should show a little more respect."
Crippling their cultivation and imprisoning them in the monastery was not enough.
The meaning of 'more respect' was: a life for a life.
Xiao Zhang hugged the Frost God Spear and walked out.
The Tang Old Master was expressionless.
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