The fact that the Sword Pool was in the Garden of Zhou was a legend. At the same time, it was also the conjecture of many people for many years.
From Zhou Dufu's sudden appearance over a thousand years ago to his quiet departure several hundred years ago, this exceptional genius who loved to battle had issued countless challenges to the experts of the continent. His unimaginable strength had, to a large extent, been constantly raised through these battles. On his path to the title of the number one expert under the starry sky, countless people had been defeated by the Halving Blade.
In the battle of Luoyang, he had defeated Emperor Taizong in front of the heroes of the world and the countless experts of the Great Zhou. Outside Xuelao City, he had defeated the Demon Lord in front of countless demon experts. In the Mausoleum of Books, he had defeated the Pope. At the source of the Red River, he had defeated the White Emperor, and many, many more … it could even be said that if one were to look at the several hundred years of history, as long as one was a true expert, they would all have been defeated by him.
In reality, besides the legendary battles mentioned above, even more of the so-called world-shaking battles did not occur in the human world, but in the Garden of Zhou. The Garden of Zhou was Zhou Dufu's miniature world. In this battle, he had many conveniences, and could even play tricks. This seemed very unfair, but his opponents did not have any objections, because he was Zhou Dufu. He disdained doing such things, and there was no need for him to do so. He just did not want those mediocre people to see him fight. His opponents naturally did not want the world to see them lose, so those battles occurred in the Garden of Zhou. There were no spectators, and there were no recorders. Other than the participants, no one knew the specific details of the battles. They only knew the final outcome, which was nothing new.
Countless experts had been defeated by his blade. Some died, some lived, but their swords were all left in the Garden of Zhou, left behind by the second-ranked Halving Blade on the Tier of Legendary Weapons.
Those swords were definitely not ordinary, and many of them were even divine weapons on the Tier of Legendary Weapons. For example, the Dragoncry Sword on the waist of a certain prince of the Great Zhou Imperial family, or the famous sword called Heaven Shrouding, which was an existence in the top ten of the Tier of Legendary Weapons. It was said that these famous swords that were left in the Garden of Zhou had all been thrown into a mountain pool by Zhou Dufu. That mountain pool was the legendary Sword Pool. If the Sword Pool really did exist, then it was a monument that Zhou Dufu had erected for himself. The famous swords in the pool were his achievements and glory.
All the cultivators that were able to enter the Garden of Zhou wanted to find the Sword Pool the most. Zhou Dufu's legacy might be difficult to find, but any one of the swords in the Sword Pool was a divine weapon that could greatly increase a cultivator's battle prowess. Moreover, if they could inherit the legacy of those experts from back then through those swords, what would that signify? How could they not be infatuated? However, no one had ever found the Sword Pool. No one had even found a sword in the Garden of Zhou. On the contrary, this proved the rumors of the Sword Pool. Those famous swords that had disappeared were assuredly hidden in some place in the Garden of Zhou.
With the passage of time, the Sword Pool became more and more mysterious. Its position in the hearts of cultivators grew more and more majestic, even surpassing the Garden of Zhou itself and becoming a true legend of the cultivation world. However, had no one really ever found a sword in the Garden of Zhou? Then why was it that after Qi Jian and Liang Xiaoxiao entered the Garden of Zhou, they did not hesitate to follow the stream upstream? Why did Zhuang Huan Yu also go there? Why was Chen Changsheng able to sense that sword intent by the cold pool? Why was the demon race's assassins waiting for them there?
Whether it was in the human world or the demon realm, there were already many powers that had vaguely discovered some information about the Sword Pool. Perhaps it was because someone had picked up an ancient sword sheath in the forest by the stream many years ago? No, the true reason was because several hundred years ago, a peerless genius of the Mount Li Sword Sect had once picked up a sword from the cold pool at the end of the stream.
That peerless genius of the Mount Li Sword Sect was called Su Li.
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However, just where was the Sword Pool? The cold pool led to the large lake on the other side of the cliff, and the large lake on the other side led to the small lake near the plains in front of Sunset Valley. However, there were no swords in either the pool or the lake. If one simply and crudely linked all these clues together, connecting these dots into a line, one could see that this line pointed to the depths of the plains. Then did this not mean that the legendary Sword Pool was in the plains?
In reality, this had always been the conclusion of the vast majority of cultivators. The footprints of the human cultivators and the demons had already covered the entire Garden of Zhou. After several hundred years, they still had not found the Sword Pool. Then the greatest possibility was that the Sword Pool was hidden in the plains, because only the plains had not been explored. It was a pity that this conclusion could never be verified. All the people that entered the Plains of the Unsetting Sun were unable to return. So those that had not entered the Plains of the Unsetting Sun would never be able to see the true scene of the plains.
Fortunately, or perhaps unluckily, Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong had entered the plains. They could see the truth, although they could not necessarily send the true information back to the human world outside the Garden of Zhou. The sword intent continued to guide them deeper into the plains, as if it wanted to bring them to see the truth. However, they saw Zhou Dufu's mausoleum, but they still did not see any traces of the Sword Pool.
Right now, the sword intent was in his body. He was sure that the sword intent definitely came from the Sword Pool. However, he did not know which famed sword this sword intent belonged to several hundred years ago, which famous person it belonged to.
The rain grew heavier and heavier, and as a result, the wind passing through the mausoleum gradually grew more violent. The few green leaves that had fallen from Xu Yourong's wutong tree, which had previously been shaken to the bottom of the huge boulder by the Qi and stuck to the rain and snow, were now actually swept up by the wind. The green leaves were swept up by the wind and rolled along the ground, arriving at Chen Changsheng's feet. Then, they floated up and touched a corner of his clothes.
Swish swish! A sharp sound rang out. In that instant, it actually drowned out the sound of the wind and rain.
The green leaf was cut into countless threads by the invisible sword intent. Just as it was about to fly, it was blown away by the wind and rain.
On the divine avenue several hundred zhang away, Nanke's rain-drenched face seemed to become even paler.
This scene made her even more vigilant and uneasy, because she had never seen such a powerful sword intent. Yes, at this moment, she silently thought of the word 'never'. Her teacher Black Robe did not use the sword, her father the Demon Lord did not use the sword, and the Demon Commander did not use the sword either. However, there were still countless demon experts that used the sword, yet she still … had never … seen such a powerful sword intent. This was only a strand of sword intent, yet it was already so sharp. If the body of the sword was still here, just how terrifying would it be? Several hundred years ago, just which peerless expert was the master of this sword intent, to actually cultivate the way of the sword to such a level!
The rainwater fell on the blade of the dagger, emitting a pitter-patter, washing away the bloodstains on it. It was bright, like a mirror.
Chen Changsheng looked at this dagger, his eyes also bright like a mirror.
In the three thousand scriptures, there were countless explanations for sword intent, but only one explanation was accepted by the orthodox Orthodoxy — sword intent was sword sense.
Sword sense was not the sword's divine sense, nor was it the sword's intelligence, nor was it a living spiritual object. It was the remnant of information left on the sword by the user's battle awareness and experience after a long period of accumulation. To use a more understandable, but inaccurate explanation: sword sense was the knowledge of the sword. Sword sense was the remnant of information, or the essence of information, the crystallization of battle awareness, but it was not a concrete and objective existence. It could not be calculated, nor could it be simulated. When it entered the human mind, it was only a feeling.
At this moment, he was feeling this feeling.
From this sword intent, he felt absolute confidence, supreme sharpness, disdain towards the heaven and earth. He felt this sword intent's conflict and even hatred towards this grassland, and he felt a strong desire for freedom. Of course, the strongest feeling was joy, a joyful joy.
At the beginning, the user of the sword was no longer here, but the sword was still here, but later on, the sword was also gone, and only the sword intent remained. This sword intent could not leave this grassland. It was trapped here, or perhaps imprisoned here, for a long time. For several hundred years, it never stopped thinking about leaving. Now that it found the possibility of leaving, it came to meet Chen Changsheng, like a bird that was about to be released from its cage.
However, he did not know that this sword intent's ecstasy, other than the possibility of leaving, was also the joy of meeting with an old friend.
The massive and terrifying shadow occupied half of the sky, while the other half was filled with dark clouds. It was already night, and the ball of light at the edge of the grassland was dim. In the torrential rain, the Mausoleum of Zhou became even deeper and pitch-black, like a massive black mountain. If Chen Changsheng was not currently in the black mountain, he would definitely associate it with the massive Black Nightmare Sarcophagus in the mausoleum.
Let's leave together.
Chen Changsheng turned around and glanced at Xu Yourong, then said to the sword intent.
He looked at the divine path in the torrential rain, at Nanke.
Nanke looked at the Southern Cross Sword in her hand. There was a clear chip on the blade, the result of the two swords clashing. This sword was obviously extraordinary, a famous sword on the Tier of Legendary Weapons, but … it was not as sharp as the ordinary and unremarkable dagger in Chen Changsheng's hand.
Every sword has its own strongest point? She awoke from the shock brought about by the sword intent and the Sword Pool, and understood many things. Raising her head to look at Chen Changsheng at the end of the divine path, her expression once again becoming cold and indifferent.
"So what? That sword intent really is very powerful, but in the end, it was still defeated by the Halving Blade. Do you think that you can defeat me by relying on this sword intent? Or do you hope that you can use this sword intent to leave the Garden of Zhou? "
She looked at Chen Changsheng and said this, then opened her arms. The clear light illuminated the mausoleum in the torrential rain. Her two wings transformed into streams of light and disappeared. The two maids, Hua Cui and Ning Qiu, knelt in the rain behind her. They lowered their heads, not daring to speak. It could only be vaguely seen that their faces were pale. They had probably been heavily injured by the sword intent earlier.
"The body of this sword intent has probably already become scrap metal, or even ash, which is why it can leave the Sword Pool. The body of the sword is gone, and a sword intent that can only be consumed and cannot be replenished, how long can you rely on it to last? Not to mention that sword intent is sword consciousness. With your current level of cultivation, it's impossible for you to comprehend this kind of sword consciousness. You don't know sword styles, so you probably won't even be able to display a thousandth of its power. Since that's the case, on what basis do you say that you can defeat me? "
In the torrential rain, along with the voice that still retained its childishness, Nanke's sword energy slowly but steadily increased, and her Qi became more and more berserk.
Chen Changsheng knew that she was not bluffing. If the cultivation of the swordsman was strong enough, then no matter if they were meditating or fighting, they would be tempering their sword intent at every moment. However, if the level of the sword intent was even higher than the swordsman's, then the sword intent would be constantly consumed in battle, and could not be replenished.
"Most importantly, my sword intent is inferior to yours, so why should I compete with you in terms of sword intent?" With that, Nanke raised the Southern Cross Sword.
She still stood three hundred meters away, a very large distance away from Chen Changsheng. She had already retracted her wings, and it did not seem like she was trying to close the distance between them. The most important change was that this time, she was using two hands to raise the sword. Her body was very petite, even thin. The Southern Cross Sword was very wide, long, and straight. She was using her two small hands to raise it into the air. The scene was rather strange, just like a child preparing to play with a large metal hammer. The contrast was extremely clear.
Seeing this scene, Chen Changsheng instantly guessed how she would attack, and understood that he had made a huge mistake.
Since his greatest support was this powerful sword intent, then he should not let her be too far away from him.
Different swords had different strengths, and each sword had many different aspects. Sword intent was only a part of the sword. Other than that, there was also the sword energy and the amount of true essence attached to the sword. These were all important components that were no less important than sword intent. Nanke's attack relied on the influence of distance on sword intent, forcing him to use sword energy and strength to fight.
A sword glow illuminated the dusky sky and the mausoleum in the torrential rain.
A dark blue sword glow separated from the blade of the Southern Cross Sword. Like a meteor with a fiery tail, it slashed towards Chen Changsheng at the end of the divine path!
Chen Changsheng's fingers that gripped the sword hilt were slightly white, and his lips were also slightly white. He did not know if it was because of his injuries or because the rain was too cold.
A weak, but abnormally certain voice rang out from behind him, "Use the umbrella."
The one who thought of the method was not that sword intent. Sword intent could not speak. The one who spoke was Xu Yourong. Chen Changsheng did not understand why she would say such a thing, but along the way, he knew that her cultivation and strength, especially her insight, far surpassed his. Most importantly, he trusted her very much. So without any hesitation, without any thought, he raised the Yellow Paper Umbrella.
With his action, the sword intent entered the Yellow Paper Umbrella.
It was not entering, but returning.
He did not understand why he had such a feeling, but he felt that this represented the true return of the sword intent. Even the entire world could feel the return of the sword intent. The grassland became extremely quiet. The beast tide surged, and countless demonic beasts let out roars of fear, unease, or rage. Even the terrifying shadow in the sky seemed to have faded a little at that moment.
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(It's been a long time since I've written so hard. I'm not used to it. I'll work hard tomorrow. It definitely won't be so late. Then there's that guy from the White Crane in the Heavens' "Invincible Spirit Summoning" mobile game. It's on the Apple Store, and even more despicable is Angelababy's endorsement. Students who like games should go support it.)
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