The surface of the water began to tremble faster and faster, and the ripples grew denser and denser. The ripples that had dispersed in all directions gradually gathered together, clashing and tearing at each other. In the end, they transformed into countless beads of water that were shaken off the surface of the water. They mixed with the powdered grass and formed a faint green mist. It was somewhat transparent, and when the light from afar pierced through it, one could faintly make out an extremely faint shadow.
The shadow was very thin and straight, like an unfinished straight line. It was extremely faint, as if the ink used to draw this line had been filled with lake water. It gave one the feeling that this thin shadow was clearly in the mist, yet it seemed to be somewhere else. It was clearly in front of one's eyes, yet it did not seem to exist. Even if it did exist, it existed in another world, only a projection of some real object in the Garden of Zhou.
The green mist was the boundary between the real world and the other worlds. Logically, this sort of barrier that separated space should have been abnormally sturdy, yet the moment it appeared, the green mist dispersed. It dispersed so quickly that the surrounding space did not even have time to react. A terrifying hurricane arose in the plains.
In an extremely short amount of time, the object rapidly dispersed. In reality, this was an explosion. To use simple words to describe this scene, it should be said that the green mist had exploded. However … this explosion did not produce any sound. Besides the whistling of the wind, it was so quiet that it was strange and terrifying.
Silence did not mean softness and powerlessness. Countless terrifying Qis and unimaginably sharp edges followed the dissipation of the green mist and spread out in all directions. They easily overtook the hurricanes that had been pushed away by the distortion of space, and were the first to come into contact with the living and inanimate objects in the plains.
Whether it was the wild reeds or the Weeping Golden Bells unique to the swamps of the south, countless clumps of grass were chopped up, turning into a fluttering green rain that fell in all directions. The stones in the clumps of grass were also chopped up, turning into fingernail-sized pebbles. They were blown by the wind into the wetlands like sharp arrows, knocking out the frogs and fish hiding in the mud. Soon after, those frogs and fish were also chopped up. Whether it was scales or fins, they were all crushed into powder. The ground of the wetlands was also shattered, as if it had been turned over seventy-two times by a diligent and foolish farmer. Finally, the water surface shattered, turning into countless droplets of water. The air also shattered, turning into countless gentle breezes.
The green mist dispersed, and the slender shadow finally revealed its true form.
Within a radius of more than ten miles, everything within the grassland was chopped into pieces. Everything was turned into fine powder.
The true form of the silhouette was still a shadow, extremely faint and indistinct. It couldn't be seen clearly, but one could roughly tell that it was... a sword.
This thin shadow was not the real body of the sword, but the shadow of the sword. In other words, it was a sword will.
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When that sword intent sliced through all things and revealed its true form, the entire Plains of the Unsetting Sun, or even the entire Garden of Zhou, sensed it. An extremely deep tremor came from the depths of the Mausoleum of Zhou. In the black ocean formed by the beast tide, countless wild waves rose. That was the movement of tens of thousands of monsters looking at that sword will. The terrifying shadow in the sky became even lower, as if it was going to cover the entire grassland. In front of the main entrance of the mausoleum, Nanke suddenly turned around and gazed into the depths of the plain. Her eyes narrowed, and her usual indifferent and even somewhat dull gaze became incomparably sharp. However, no matter if it was the tens of thousands of monsters or her, or even the shadow in the sky, they could only see the plain with a circumference of ten li in the depths of the plain. They could not see the sword figure.
Because before this, a cool breeze had blown through the plain.
The sword intent went with the wind, and disappeared with the wind. It was silent, and in an instant, it disappeared without a trace.
No one sensed that the sword intent had followed the cool breeze, passed through the dusky plain, and entered the dark clouds. It ignored the rain falling from the sky and arrived in front of Zhou Dufu's mausoleum. Then, like the stamen of a wintersweet, it landed on the ground covered in thick snow. It was like the first stream of muddy water flowing from upstream flowing into a riverbed that had been dry for a thousand years. Just like that, it disappeared into the mausoleum.
Naturally, no one was able to discover where the sword intent had gone.
Chen Changsheng's left hand held the umbrella at an angle. He did not block the rain, only guarding against Nanke's attack. His entire body was already drenched by the rain.
The rain gradually became heavier. The pearl-sized droplets of water constantly struck against the surface of the Yellow Paper Umbrella, producing a drumming sound.
The Yellow Paper Umbrella began to tremble slightly. The trembling followed the surface and the ribs of the umbrella to the handle of the umbrella. Then, it clearly traveled to his hand, his body, and his heart.
The sound of the rain gradually grew louder, but the high platform in front of the mausoleum seemed incomparably quiet.
Nanke turned around and looked at him expressionlessly. For some reason, she felt that this completely drenched and incomparably sorry looking youth had become somewhat different from before. She did not know where this feeling came from, and how it was related to the change in the plain earlier. However, she knew that some things were about to change. She would not accept any change that would prevent her from entering the grand mausoleum, so she decided to end this battle before the change came. However, she did not think that the change had already occurred.
Hua! That was not the sound of a torrential rain, but the sound of a pair of wings unfolding in the rain.
The green wings, over ten zhang in length, unfolded behind her, bringing out two streaks of rain. Under the dim light, the droplets of water were like droplets of blood, beautiful and soul-stirring.
The green wings suddenly sped up, and a gale suddenly rose on the stone platform in front of the mausoleum's main entrance. The rain that fell from the sky all shot away, and a powerful Qi directly shook all the rain back into the sky. Nanke disappeared from the edge of the stone platform. In the next moment, she attacked Chen Changsheng with a few droplets of rain and an extremely cold killing intent.
Chen Changsheng's gaze passed through the rain and cold wind, and met with the little girl's gaze. All he saw was coldness and the determination to kill. In that instant, his eyelashes were frozen by the cold wind and killing intent to the point that they no longer trembled. The Demon Princess' terrifying attack with all her strength had actually made him think that he could not block it.
He thought like this, but he could not do it, because he wanted to live. As a result, he gripped the dagger and slashed at the rain and cold wind in front of him.
However, in the instant he swung the dagger, he felt an extremely strange sensation, so much so that his arm became stiff.
He did not have any confidence that this dagger could block Nanke's attack with all her strength.
However, for some reason, he felt that the dagger in his hand … seemed to be very confident.
The dagger pierced towards the cold wind and rain.
The cold wind suddenly dispersed, and the cold rain immediately stopped.
In just an instant, the edge of the dagger broke through the wind and rain, and arrived in front of Nanke's forehead.
The sword energy of this strike was not stable, and the heart of the sword was not clear, much less any sword move.
However, the sword intent was incomparably powerful.
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(I have nothing to do today. I will slowly and seriously write. I will write 9000 characters before going to sleep, but not too quickly.)
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