"Fourteen years of not cultivating, only reading, one year of Ethereal Opening. Twenty days of not comprehending the monoliths, only meditating … … one day of comprehending the entire front mausoleum. "
After the Pope learned of what happened in the mausoleum today, he gave these two comments to Chen Changsheng. Following the deliberate spread of some important figures of the Orthodoxy, these two comments were like the sunset, quickly spreading throughout the capital. The shocked people once again looked towards the mausoleum in the south, all sorts of emotions welling up in them.
For countless years, only Zhou Dufu had managed to comprehend the entire front mausoleum in one day. Today, Chen Changsheng had also done it. Could he be the second Zhou Dufu? However, some people had already noticed a few inexplicable things. According to the news from the mausoleum, Chen Changsheng's cultivation did not change as he comprehended the monoliths. It was still at the initial stage of Ethereal Opening. It must be known that when Zhou Dufu strolled through the mausoleum, his eyes fell on the monolith inscriptions, his steps in the hut, his cultivation did not change at all. For example, among the people that entered the mausoleum at the beginning of this year, Scholartree Manor's Zhong Hui had already broken through to Ethereal Opening. There were also many people like Tang Thirty-Six who already saw the possibility of breaking through. Logically, after Chen Changsheng comprehended all seventeen monoliths, he should have comprehended something. Even if he did not break through on the spot, he should have improved.
Priest Xin supported His Eminence, Archbishop Mei Lisha, to the Li Palace. After paying his respects to the Pope, he mentioned the discussions going on in the capital. After a moment of hesitation, he said, "Many people are suspecting that Chen Changsheng used some sort of trick, or that our Orthodoxy did something to the Mausoleum of Books."
"Comprehension is comprehension. Comprehending the monoliths is always a cultivator's own cultivation. No one can really change anything."
The Pope took a wooden ladle and watered the Green Leaf potted plant. He said, "I don't think that child has the chance to catch up to Zhou Dufu. After all, it requires a great deal of courage and is related to personality. His outstanding performance has already made me very satisfied. It can even be said to be very unexpected. "
Mei Li Sha said, "What I want to know the most is how he will react when he sees the last monolith. Will he be as surprised and surprised as we were today?"
The Pope's wooden ladle stopped above the Green Leaf and tilted slightly, as if he was thinking of something. Miraculously, the water in the ladle did not drip.
Officer Xin was startled at the side and thought in confusion: the seventeen monoliths of the mausoleum of the Heavenly Books had already been solved by Chen Chang Sheng, how could there still be a final monolith?
The Pope shook his head and continued watering. "Even if I could see it, could it be solved?"
Mei Lisha faintly smiled and said, "That child has already brought so many surprises. Adding one more doesn't seem to be a difficult matter to understand."
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The Dew Platform burned like a huge torch in the darkest twilight. The Divine Empress held her hands behind her back and stood at the side of the platform. She looked in the direction of the Mausoleum of Books and a hint of ridicule appeared on her cold face. "They both used a single day to view all the monoliths of the front mausoleum, but Zhou Dufu truly understood them back then. Chen Changsheng was still far from it."
Among the people who were still alive on the continent, she and His Holiness the Pope were an extremely small number of people who had come into contact with Zhou Du Fu and could even be said to be familiar with him. Only they knew exactly how terrifyingly powerful that strongest expert of the continent was, so they did not believe that Chen Chang Sheng could be compared to that person.
Mo Yu stood behind her and could not hold back for a moment. She said, "But to view seventeen monoliths in a single day is already very impressive. At the very least, he's much stronger than I was in the past."
The Divine Empress did not turn around. She looked at the Mausoleum of Books and thought of those cultivators who had viewed the monoliths in the Mausoleum of Books since ancient times. The ridicule on her face grew stronger and stronger. "Just what is the purpose of viewing the monoliths? Why do some people never understand? Viewing the monoliths has never been the goal of cultivating the Dao, but a method of cultivating the Dao. "
"When the Empress destroyed the proclamation, it was to teach the people of the world not to go astray. It's a pity that no one knows of the Empress' painstaking efforts." Mo Yu softly said.
"Correct. If it is of no help to one's cultivation, even if one understood all the monoliths on the mausoleum, what use would it be? Back then, I had Zhou Tong destroy that monolith below the mausoleum. Quite a few elders in the Orthodoxy wept bitterly and said that I did not follow the rules of the ancestors. Now that I think about it, I really should have killed off that group of old fools. "
The Divine Empress indifferently said, "Even if the Heavenly Tome Monoliths are sacred objects, they still have to be used by people for them to have any meaning. Chen Changsheng's speed at comprehending the monoliths is truly much faster than yours, but back then, you succeeded in Star Condensation in the Mausoleum of Books. What about him? Even if he understood all the monoliths, it would not increase his cultivation at all. So what's the use? "
The same meaning appeared twice in these two sentences. The first sentence was directed at all the cultivators of the world, while the second sentence was directed at Chen Changsheng.
Mo Yu was slightly surprised at first, but then she began to laugh. She thought to herself, to think that even the Empress knows how to use vulgar language. It seems that Chen Changsheng's performance in the Mausoleum of Books still made the Empress somewhat vigilant.
Of course, she was not vigilant against Chen Changsheng himself, but against the Orthodoxy behind him.
Mo Yu did not conceal her emotions. This was also the fundamental reason why she had always been able to obtain the Empress' love and trust.
She opened her eyes wide and asked curiously, "Then in your opinion … does Chen Changsheng have a chance?"
The Divine Empress looked in the direction of the Mausoleum of Books. After a moment of silence, she said, "He might be able to see the last monolith, but … he's too calm and young, but he has an unpleasant smell of sourness and decay. He's not like Zhou Dufu in the past, who was as brilliant as the morning sun, his momentum like a hurricane, cursing the heavens and cursing the earth, wanting to get to the bottom of things."
Mo Yu slightly frowned. She felt that every time the Empress mentioned that peerless expert, her emotions seemed to fluctuate somewhat.
"Cultivating the Dao is cultivating the heart. Character determines fate, and it also determines how far a cultivator can walk. "
The Divine Empress made her final judgment. "Chen Changsheng … is no good."
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After comprehending the seventeenth monolith, Chen Changsheng arrived at a verdant meadow.
In the twilight, the entire Mausoleum of Books seemed to be ablaze, and this meadow was naturally no exception. An invisible wildfire spread and rolled on the grass, creating an extremely beautiful scene.
The roar of water came from the cliff below the meadow. Only then did he realize that he had actually arrived at the top of the waterfall on the southwest side of the Mausoleum of Books.
The wind from the cliff carried up the spray from the waterfall and landed on his face. It was slightly damp and cool, washing away his exhaustion.
He thought about the process of comprehending the monoliths today. Although he was still somewhat unsatisfied, he could not help but feel somewhat happy. He felt that he was still alright.
Suddenly, he felt something. The joy on his face gradually faded, and he seemed somewhat perplexed.
He turned his head and saw that under the white cliff above the meadow, there was a monolith hut.
The seventeen Heavenly Tome Monoliths of the front mausoleum had all been comprehended. According to the records in the Daoist Canon, he should now be in the next mausoleum.
But this was still the front mausoleum.
The shape of that monolith hut was no different from the Reflecting Monolith hut and the River Guiding Monolith hut.
Chen Changsheng was very shocked. Could it be that the front mausoleum still had a Heavenly Tome Monolith?
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The front mausoleum of Books had seventeen monoliths. This was a fact that everyone knew. Unless someone had concealed this fact. But who could conceal it? Chen Changsheng suddenly remembered that in the Daoist Canon that he had read in Xining Village, as well as the theories that had been passed down in the world, in the very beginning, the Mausoleum of Books did not have a front mausoleum and a back mausoleum. This theory should have appeared around eight hundred years ago. What did this mean?
Standing in the burning meadow, he did not hesitate for too long. He began to walk towards the monolith hut, breaking through the weeds as he walked. It was like he was walking through fire, or like a fishing boat cutting through the surface of a river with ten thousand glints of light.
Arriving in front of the monolith hut, he stopped and looked down. He saw a completely unexpected scene, and he could not help but stare blankly at it.
This monolith hut did not have a Heavenly Tome Monolith. To be more precise, this monolith hut once had a Heavenly Tome Monolith, but now that Heavenly Tome Monolith had already disappeared. All that remained was the monolith base. On the monolith base, there was a slightly protruding broken stone, about half a palm wide. This broken stone was only a shallow section. Perhaps it was the remains of that Heavenly Tome Monolith?
Chen Chang Sheng's body became extremely stiff. His previous joy and relaxation had long been replaced by shock.
The fact that the front mausoleum of the Mausoleum of Books actually had eighteen Heavenly Tome Monoliths was already enough to shock him. However, what was even more unexpected was that the final monolith was actually a broken monolith!
He stood in a daze in front of the monolith hut for a long time before he finally calmed down. He suppressed the intense shock and unease in his heart and walked in front of the broken monolith. He discovered that only a very small portion of the monolith remained, and there were no words or lines on it. In other words, the monolith inscriptions should all be on the broken monolith.
He reached out and touched the section of the broken monolith. He felt the hardness of the monolith and the stone stubble that was still sharp even after countless years of wind and rain. His expression became more and more perplexed.
This stone tablet seemed to have been forcefully broken by a powerful force!
In the first year of the Primordial Beginning, the Heavenly Tome Monoliths fell to the ground. The base of the monoliths naturally took root, connecting to the deepest parts of the earth.
In the three thousand Daoist canons and the countless folktales, he had never heard that the Heavenly Tome Monoliths could be broken and taken away from the Mausoleum of Books.
Where did this power come from to break this Heavenly Tome Monolith?
If it was a person, then who was that person?
How did he do it?
That Heavenly Tome Monolith, where did he take it?
Chen Changsheng gazed at the burning fields outside the hut, perplexed.
Dusk gradually deepened. The night was approaching, and the mountain winds gradually grew cold.
He felt somewhat cold.
The joy and satisfaction from before had disappeared long ago. The shock from seeing the broken monolith had also disappeared without a trace.
His mind had already become somewhat numb.
His heart was filled with boundless reverence, even fear.
Was this what true power was like?
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Night enveloped the Mausoleum of Books.
As the last wisp of sunset disappeared from the horizon, the myriad of stars once again occupied the sky and people's fields of vision.
Chen Changsheng stood outside the monolith hut, raising his head to look at the starry sky, motionless.
He had maintained this posture for a very long time.
After being accompanied by that shadow for so many years, he was after all no ordinary youth.
Although he still could not talk cheerfully and wittily before death, after using it for so long, no matter how powerful the power, it was no longer able to affect his mind.
He turned around and walked back into the monolith hut, standing in front of the broken monolith.
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(The next chapter is before ten thirty.)
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