Mount Li's Myriad Sword Array was activated once more. Under the morning sun, the myriad sword glows were like flowing gold.
The White Crane let out a clear cry and left Holy Maiden Peak.
On the Dew Platform of the Imperial Palace in the capital, the Divine Empress was nowhere to be seen.
The bells of the Li Palace began to ring without warning. Although they were not hurried, they rang out continuously as if they would never stop.
In the grass hut outside Hanqiu City, Zhu Luo suddenly opened his eyes. There was only boundless vigilance and shock in them, not a hint of drunkenness.
Inside the carriage, Mei Li Sha also opened his eyes. An indescribable expression flashed through his slightly turbid eyes.
They did not know what was happening outside Xuelao City in the distant north, nor did they know that Mount Li was shaking, nor could they hear the bell of the Li Palace. However, just a moment ago, they sensed an extremely shocking matter — the Garden of Zhou had closed once more!
The forest was in an uproar. The elders of the Longevity Sect, the priests of the Orthodoxy, and the teachers of the various academies and sects all surged in front of that persistent cloud.
The lightning in the fog was still as ferocious as a snake. The passage opened by the rainbow in the early morning had disappeared and was once again occupied by the fog.
The rainbow was still there, but its position was constantly shifting. It was unable to accurately open up a path, and could only cause the mist to tumble continuously.
Zhu Luo and Mei Lisha stood at the very front, their expressions solemn as they looked at the scene in front of them. With their eyesight, they could see that the winding path was faintly discernible within the fog. They could confirm that the path hadn't completely disappeared, it was just that it was temporarily blocked by some kind of disturbance.
"A small world has its own rules of operation. Apart from the owner, no one can change it."
Mei Lisha slowly said, "Unless Zhou Dufu comes back to life, no one can close the Garden of Zhou prematurely. Presumably, in a few days, the gate to the garden should open again."
That being said, the atmosphere in the forest did not lighten up.
Who was it that was affecting the opening of the Garden of Zhou? What does he want to do?
Zhu Luo and Mei Lisha didn't even need to think about it to know that it was definitely the work of the demons.
They even immediately thought of that person's name — Black Robe.
Mei Li Sha thought of many things, and the worry on his face became more and more intense.
When would the gate to the Garden of Zhou open again?
What would happen in the garden during these days?
What would those people face?
What would happen between them?
Who could control the situation?
Zhu Luo suddenly said, "She went in."
Mei Lisha was silent for a moment, then said, "It depends on him."
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The people in the Garden of Zhou did not know what was happening outside.
Chen Changsheng and Zhexiu held umbrellas as they walked through the drizzle.
After leaving the Tranquil Garden with the small bridge and flowing water, they arrived at the mausoleum filled with green.
Standing in front of a cliff, looking down at the rain-soaked forest beneath his feet, and the distant grassland bathed in sunlight, Chen Chang Sheng felt his mind open up.
The Garden of Zhou was not just a garden. It was a true miniature world.
Zhou Dufu was indeed worthy of being the strongest expert of the continent in a thousand years. The miniature world he left behind was many times better than the Pope's Green Leaf World.
They followed the mountain path into the forest and walked out of the forest. The two of them came to the front of a river and looked into the distance. They saw that the grassland was still shining under the sun, and the distance between them had not shortened.
Chen Chang Sheng took out the flowing water bottle and examined it. He discovered that it had taken an hour to reach this point. Comparing it to the time he had silently counted, he confirmed that the flow of time hadn't increased or decreased.
"I heard that in the depths of the grassland, one month is one day outside the garden. It's the best place to cultivate." Zhexiu said, "However, it's already been over a hundred years and no one has been able to reach the deepest part of the grassland. No one knows if Zhou Dufu's legacy is there or not, they only know that the grassland hides many dangers and there are some especially fierce monsters."
Chen Chang Sheng had also read about the relevant records in the Daoist Canon. Hearing the word "monster", he subconsciously glanced at Zhexiu.
The wolf tribe youth had lived on the snowy plains since he was young, so he was most likely most skilled at hunting beasts.
"The monsters that can live and reproduce in that grassland are not something that Ethereal Opening cultivators can contend against."
Zhexiu expressionlessly said, "So don't think too much about it."
Looking at the distant grassland, Chen Chang Sheng had no way of not thinking about it. He subconsciously rubbed the hilt of his sword.
The sound of the river was rather loud, or perhaps it was in his sea of consciousness. In any case, Zhexiu did not hear the two weak creaks.
"Where are we going?" Zhexiu asked.
The Garden of Zhou had a total of five regions. Other than the distant grassland that seemed calm but was actually extremely dangerous, the other four regions had basically been completely explored by human cultivators and demons over the past several hundred years. Many of the relics of the once all-powerful experts of the continent had been found and their legacies reestablished. Many magical artifacts had also seen the light of day once more. After several hundred years, no one knew what else was in the Garden of Zhou, but all the sects and schools had a common understanding. If one wanted to obtain a few magical artifacts or legacies, they would have to put in more effort and take more risks than the previous generation of cultivators.
Chen Chang Sheng thought about it, then said, "Is there any place you want to see?"
When he was viewing the monoliths in the Mausoleum of Books, he had already thought about what he wanted to do after entering the Garden of Zhou.
He wanted to see some scenery and find some ruins. After that night, the destination of his journey had been slightly revised, but the grassland was definitely the last place he would go.
Zhexiu said, "I want to go to the Sword Pool."
Then he added, "If there really is a Sword Pool."
Chen Chang Sheng said, "The Sword Pool is only a legend. No one has ever seen it … in the past several hundred years, so many senior cultivators have not found it. I don't think we can find it either."
"There are no swords," Zhexiu seriously said to him.
Chen Chang Sheng silently thought about it for a while. It really was like that. In the past several hundred years, the Garden of Zhou had opened many times. The cultivators that had entered the Garden of Zhou to explore had found many magical artifacts, precious treasures, and the most precious legacies, but they had never found a sword. Whether it was in the mountains where the pines rustled angrily or the shores of the lakes that rippled like mirrors, there were no swords.
Back then, so many experts of the continent had been defeated by Zhou Dufu's hands. Where had their swords gone?
The legend of the Sword Pool truly did have some truth to it.
"Even if our luck is good and we really do find the Sword Pool, those swords will definitely all be broken and devoid of spiritual energy. It would be better to go to the caves in the cliffs and search. Perhaps we can find a suitable magical artifact."
"I don't have a sword."
Zhexiu seriously said to him, "If possible, I want to find a sword to use. Moreover, I don't like magical artifacts."
Only then did Chen Chang Sheng remember that Zhexiu had always fought bare-handed. After thinking about it, he said, "I remember that in the notes of someone before, if you follow this river upstream, there will be a mountain stream on the right side ten-some li away. Someone once found a sword sheath at the bottom of the stream. If there really is a Sword Pool in the Garden of Zhou, then it should be nearby. "
At some point, the rain had stopped.
Chen Chang Sheng put away his umbrella and went upstream with Zhexiu.
Not long after, they suddenly heard the mournful cries of swords coming from the riverbank in front of them.
Skirting the rocks, they saw a young girl sitting against a tree. Her left shoulder was covered in blood. It was the senior from Holy Maiden Peak that had come with Chen Chang Sheng from the capital.
The girl called Ye Xiaolian stood guard in front of her with her sword held horizontally, her face full of anger.
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(I would like to inform everyone of a few matters: First, the book review area is holding a small event. The event will be held tomorrow, which is the 18th of November. The theme of the event is xxxx. Tomorrow, I will write less because I will be drinking. I have a few small gifts for everyone. They are all the work of the sub-editors. For more information, please move to the top of the book review area. Second, in a little while, I will be holding a lottery on Weibo. It's purely for fun … but the prizes should be pretty good. Third, also in a little while, I will be posting the prototype of the entrance to the Garden of Zhou on WeChat. It was obtained in September through 'collecting information'. Collecting information … with infinite echoes.)
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