Bie Yanghong was heavily injured and moved very slowly. Chen Changsheng could have easily dodged, but he did not, because he trusted in his opponent.
Wuqiong Bi stared at this sight and thought of something. She was shocked and wanted to stop it, but she recalled Bie Yanghong's previous words and did not dare.
An incomparably warm and mellow Qi, like that of fine wine, followed Bie Yanghong's finger into Chen Changsheng's forehead and poured in.
The sea of consciousness was just below the forehead. Otherwise, Nanke's eyes would not have widened further and further.
Countless rays of light illuminated Chen Chang Sheng's gloomy sea of consciousness, then transformed into countless images.
They were scenes of Bie Yanghong's battle with the two Angels on the plateau and in the sky.
Those images were very clear and vivid, as if they were right in front of his eyes. They were incomparably real.
The scenes from the first-person perspective allowed him to stand in Bie Yanghong's position and personally experience everything that had happened.
He saw Mu Jiushi fleeing in fear, saw the calm and graceful Madam Mu.
There was a tree on the edge of the cliff. The breeze lifted the shadow of the tree, forming a corner of the black robe.
There were clouds in the sky, and as the clouds parted, light descended upon the world. Inside the light were two powerful beings from a foreign continent.
They had pure-white wings and were genderless. They emitted a holy light and an incomparably powerful aura, making it impossible for others to look at them directly. They seemed extremely arrogant.
But in reality, they did not have any positive or negative human emotions. Between their brows was an indifference that transcended the mortal world.
In a way, they were perfect.
They were the angels of the Sacred Light Continent?
Chen Chang Sheng also heard their voices.
They were probably using the language of the Sacred Light Continent, their tones strange and complex.
Because these scenes had been created by Bie Yanghong's spiritual sense, their voices had not been transformed by a breeze into the language of the continent as they had been on that day.
Chen Chang Sheng understood a little.
The language of the Sacred Light Continent was somewhat similar to that of the Dragon race.
When he was reciting the last volume of the three thousand scriptures of the Daoist Canon in Xining Village's old temple, he was already extremely familiar with the language of the Dragon race. More importantly, he had once studied under New North Bridge with Zhizhi for a very long time.
— The one who stole the fire source? What did that mean?
Just as he was pondering this question, the two Angels from the Sacred Light Continent attacked.
A straight line of light appeared in front of him, cutting the sky into two parts.
As the ray of light turned back in defiance of the laws and principles of heaven and earth, it landed from another angle.
The two angels attacked faster and faster, and so did the light. The sky was gradually cut into countless fine fragments.
Countless wondrous attacks emerged one after another, and unimaginable angles of attack appeared one after another.
Even with Chen Chang Sheng's level, it was getting harder and harder to see all the details, but he still perceived many things from it.
It was the true experience and wisdom gained from his battle with the two Angels. It was the red flower illuminating the sky and severing the trajectories of light. It was the mark left behind by that fist that had shattered the clouds and disregarded the laws of the world. Through Bie Yanghong's fingertip, it all entered his sea of consciousness.
As time passed, the rays of light became denser and denser. They crisscrossed and intersected, gradually forming a blazing white.
A boom resounded in Chen Chang Sheng's sea of consciousness.
Countless huge waves were born, constantly crashing against the invisible but bounded embankment.
Chen Chang Sheng woke up. Apart from a slight ache in his sea of consciousness, he didn't feel any other discomfort.
Then he felt a little hot. More accurately, the surface of his body was boiling hot.
He performed Meditative Introspection and realized that all paths in his Ethereal Palace were connected. The snowy plain of star radiance was burning.
The fire was not very fierce, but the surface of the vast snowy plain was burning, the dark blue flames extending into the distance.
Bie Yanghong's finger had left his brow, but the experience from that battle and, even more importantly, the understanding and wisdom of an expert of the Divine Domain regarding the laws of the world, as well as the intense desire to fight and even to kill those two angels from the Sacred Light Continent, all remained in his sea of consciousness.
Without question, this was Chen Chang Sheng's best state since the Garden of Zhou's Ten Thousand Swords Forming Dragon.
The several hundred swords quietly floating outside the room sensed his change. The swords trembled and let out a low hum.
All of White Emperor City felt a peerlessly powerful and awe-inspiring sword intent.
The priests and bear warriors in the streets subconsciously retreated even further away.
After some time, Chen Chang Sheng opened his eyes and suppressed that desire to fight. The awe-inspiring sword intent enveloping the small courtyard also receded.
He knew that on the long path of cultivation, the wisdom that Bie Yanghong had left in his sea of consciousness would help him avoid many detours. And if he were to encounter those experts from the Sacred Light Continent, the experience and desire to fight in his sea of consciousness would help him obtain even more strength.
Bie Yanghong glanced at the unconscious Xuanyuan Po and said, "I once mentioned to him the fist style I used in my battle with those two. In the future, if he still has any interest in or questions about this path, I would like to ask Your Holiness to help me instruct him."
He was very fond of this bear youth and felt that there was fate between them. Coupled with the fact that the two of them had received a favor from him, he had given him some pointers yesterday.
He had originally planned to truly teach this fist style to Xuanyuan Po today, but now it seemed that he could only entrust it to Chen Chang Sheng.
Chen Chang Sheng replied, "He has always been a person of the Orthodox Academy. Please be at ease, Senior."
In those images, he had seen the appearance and fighting style of the two angels, but he still had many questions.
Especially the Sacred Light exuded by those two angels, which he was far too familiar with.
His flesh and blood were filled with this Sacred Light.
Was this the origin of the name 'foreign continent'?
The three thousand scriptures of the Daoist Canon did not have many records of the distant and mysterious Sacred Light Continent. Only a few extremely ancient texts would mention it in the name of myth.
As a child, Chen Chang Sheng had been well-versed in the Daoist Canon and had read many books. He might have been born on the Sacred Light Continent, but in the first ten-some years of his life, he had no understanding of the Sacred Light Continent.
At the very beginning, he did not even know of the existence of the Sacred Light Continent.
Only when Su Li left with the Holy Maiden of the south and he and Xu Yourong discussed the possible whereabouts of these two seniors on the Bridge of Helplessness did he have this idea. And only during the coup of the Mausoleum of Books, when he followed the Tianhai Divine Empress's eyes and saw that monk did he confirm that the Sacred Light Continent truly existed.
The descendants of the deceased really had fled to that side, and there were also countless experts beneath the starry sky.
And then came that night in the snowy mountains.
That mighty Demon Lord who had once almost dominated the continent had died under a pillar of light from that side of the starry sky.
That pillar of light had shaken the entire continent, and it had also made Chen Chang Sheng extremely vigilant and uneasy.
He had not forgotten what the Tianhai Divine Empress had done before her death.
She had ignited the last of her soul to heavily injure that monk by the Xining stream, completely uncaring that her legacy had been severed.
At the time, no one understood why she had done this.
Now, Chen Chang Sheng understood. (To be continued.)
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