Even a Saint like His Holiness, His Holiness, was unable to ascertain Chen Chang Sheng's current situation. That was because Chen Chang Sheng's cultivation had been different from the others from the very beginning. He had walked a path that no one had ever walked before. He had already violated the common sense or laws of cultivation many times, and had many bizarre and unbelievable aspects.
Before he had completed his Purification, he had already begun meditative introspection, nearly dying and his soul returning to the starry sky. After he had received the Black Dragon's help, he had survived this dangerous trial, and then faced a desperate situation in the Grand Examination, breaking into his Ethereal Opening in the autumn rain. As it turned out, while he had thought that he was absorbing starlight for Purification, he had actually been in Ethereal Opening.
He had always been cultivating with methods that surpassed his true realm.
He was like a baby who had already tried to run before he could walk. He had already memorized the Daoist Canon before he could even speak. He had already tried to learn how to fight when he didn't even have the strength to lift his sword. This was definitely a very dangerous thing. In fact, if it weren't for these fortuitous encounters, he would have died long ago.
Starlight shone upon the Mausoleum of Books, illuminating the meadow until it looked like a snow-white blanket. Chen Changsheng sat in front of the broken monolith, his eyes tightly closed. His sea of consciousness and the starry sky reflected each other, the world and his body constantly fusing. The countless stars in the night sky looked down on him, looking down on him, who was at the Ethereal Opening Realm, to begin Star Condensation ahead of time.
The aura he exuded continued to rise, constantly probing into the surrounding heaven and earth. It was like the broken stubble of a broken monolith piercing into the night sky like a sword. Invisible starlight accompanied the bright starlight and fell on the eaves, fell on the monolith, fell on his body, and continuously surged into his body, bringing with it gusts of slightly cold night wind.
If he could break through this barrier, his future would be limitless.
With the chilly night wind, many people arrived outside the Mausoleum of Books.
The Orthodoxy's Six Prefects had arrived, with Mei Lisha standing at the very front.
The head of the Tianhai clan had arrived.
Jin Yu Lu had arrived.
Mao Qiuyu had arrived.
Mo Yu also came.
They did not enter the mausoleum. Relying on their powerful spiritual senses, they silently observed what was happening in front of the broken monolith.
Chen Chang Sheng was still a step away from breaking through that barrier.
But no one knew if he could break through successfully, and even if he did, to what extent he could break through.
In his body, the door to the Ethereal Palace had already slowly opened. The limitless clear water that enveloped the spirit mountain was currently flowing incessantly. The flow of the water grew faster and faster, forming many whirlpools. The fallen leaves on the mountain path danced everywhere, constantly slapping against the stone steps in front of the door. Although it was silent, it was hair-raising.
The Ethereal Palace was in the Spirit Mountain, and the Spirit Mountain was in the lake formed from the radiance of the stars.
More and more starlight poured into his body, and the lake water became more and more unrestrained, gradually turning into a vast ocean.
The embankment could burst at any time, even though this floating lake had no embankment.
Countless rays of light refracted in the lake water. As the lake water fluctuated, they gradually condensed and gathered together, turning into shining spots of light like stars.
The stars in the night sky appeared in Chen Chang Sheng's consciousness and then appeared in the lake. The position of each star was exactly the same.
It was just that this starry sky felt incomplete, as if something was missing.
This starry sky was the seventeen Heavenly Tome Monoliths of the front mausoleum.
But the front mausoleum originally had eighteen monoliths.
The last monolith had broken, so the monolith inscriptions naturally no longer existed.
Chen Chang Sheng did not see those monolith inscriptions, so the star atlas in his mind was naturally missing a piece.
If this starry sky could not be filled, then there was no need to mention anything else.
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In the plaza of the Li Palace, the Pope looked in the direction of the Mausoleum of Books, extending his hand to receive the starlight falling from the night sky. After a moment of silence, he said, "If only that monolith was still here."
On the Dew Platform, the Divine Empress looked at the night sky, her expression indifferent as she thought, without those monoliths, how could the Mausoleum of Books of today still be the Mausoleum of Books of the past?
Many years ago, Zhou Dufu saw all eighteen monoliths in one day, and then, for some reason, he did not want others to be like him, so he took a monolith with him.
From that day onwards, the seventeen monoliths of the front mausoleum came into being.
For many years, Chen Chang Sheng was the person closest to completely comprehending the monoliths of the front mausoleum.
The problem was that he could not see that lost monolith, so it was highly likely that he would forever be infinitely close to the truth, but unable to touch it.
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Seeing the starry sky gradually taking shape in the lake, Chen Chang Sheng instinctively sensed that this starry sky was incomplete.
He knew that what was missing was the monolith inscription of the broken monolith.
He silently pondered, but could not understand. His mind wandered for ten thousand li, but he could not see the monolith.
Gradually, his mind became more and more chaotic, until it became somewhat muddle-headed.
Just at this moment, the dagger at his waist began to violently tremble!
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A piece of black stone appeared on the wasteland.
The wasteland was covered in snow, and that snow was also the radiance of the stars.
At this moment, Chen Chang Sheng had already forgotten himself. He did not know what was happening in the outside world, nor did he know what was happening in his body.
That clear lake, in the sky, absorbed countless rays of light, condensed countless rays of light, and was incomparably bright.
If one were to look down from above, this lake was like a very large glass bead.
The curved surface of the water was extremely smooth, and could magnify one's surroundings.
The black stone beneath the lake was magnified countless times.
In the Pavilion of Ascending Mist, when Chen Chang Sheng had touched this black stone, he had experienced a mental journey. He knew that this black stone was definitely not an ordinary object, it could even be the key to defying the heavens and changing one's fate. He had once carefully examined it, but he couldn't find anything special on the black stone.
The black stone was not large, and could be grasped in one hand. It was warm and smooth, without even the smallest crack on its surface.
If he opened his eyes now, he would definitely be extremely shocked.
As it turned out, only by magnifying it countless times could one see that the black stone originally had countless extremely fine lines.
Those lines were extremely complex, as numerous as the traces of water, without any sort of rule. It was impossible for them to have been carved by man.
If one looked carefully, perhaps one could discover that those lines were just like the monolith inscriptions of the Heavenly Tome Monoliths!
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The black stone suddenly became bright, just like in the Pavilion of Ascending Mist.
Those fine lines on the surface of the black stone also began to brighten.
They were projected into the lake, becoming bright rays of light.
Then, just like the other Heavenly Tome Monolith inscriptions, these rays of light constantly condensed and shrank, becoming countless specks of light.
Each speck of light was a star, and when these countless specks of light came together, they became a small part of the starry sky.
Just like that, the incomplete starry sky was filled up.
A humming sound rang out!
Chen Chang Sheng's sea of consciousness violently shook.
The countless stars within the lake simultaneously gave off a brilliant light, finally condensing into an extremely thick pillar of light, falling upon the great door of his Ethereal Palace!
A few days ago, in the Tower of Purging Dust, the door to his Ethereal Palace had been pushed open halfway. Tonight, under the impact of the pillar of starlight, it had finally been completely opened!
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(Yesterday, I said on Weibo, in order to fix my update time and allow everyone to read more easily, I've decided to save up chapters. Therefore, I can save them! I've already finished writing the next chapter, I'll go make some amendments. I'll be able to update it in about half an hour, there's definitely no need for everyone to wait until late at night!)
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