When the sword intent entered the Yellow Paper Umbrella, the surrounding world of the mausoleum reacted. However, the first thing to change was obviously the Yellow Paper Umbrella itself.
The Yellow Paper Umbrella was still the same as usual, old and slightly dirty. Its outer appearance hadn't changed at all, but the Qi it emitted had changed greatly. In the hands of this umbrella-shaped artifact that had an extremely strong defence, it seemed as if it had suddenly become an incomparably sharp sword. In Chen Chang Sheng's eyes, it was clearly still an umbrella, but in his hands, he could clearly feel the feeling of a sword.
The dark-blue sword glow arrived, carrying Nanke's absolute killing intent and incomparably powerful true essence.
Chen Changsheng raised the Yellow Paper Umbrella to receive it. It was like he was holding a round shield, attempting to block the enemy's spear.
Several dozen days ago, on the lakeside of the cliff in the Garden of Zhou, when he battled with the two maids, he often used this method. However, it was very clear that the Yellow Paper Umbrella today was very different from the Yellow Paper Umbrella from that day. Was it because of that sword intent? However, this was completely different from the sword intent he displayed with the dagger before. It was a completely different concept.
The difference was that the Yellow Paper Umbrella that possessed that sword intent had become incomparably powerful, and even somewhat terrifying.
On the stone platform in front of the mausoleum's main entrance, countless sharp cutting sounds suddenly rang out. Those sounds were like cracks in space, but also like turbulence in the air. They were rapid and short, but they were continuous and unending. Countless seemingly fine sword gusts surged out from the Yellow Paper Umbrella's surface. They revolved around his body at high speeds, slicing through everything they encountered.
The snow and rain, the cliff path, and the dark-blue sword glow.
The raindrops that fell from the sky were sliced into powder. The snow that had accumulated on the ground was sliced into threads. On the hard ground, the stone walls, and even the main entrance of the mausoleum, countless deep sword marks appeared. As for the dark-blue sword glow that came through the air, before it could even illuminate the two stars of the southern cross, it was sliced into ten thousand streaks of starlight, dispersing along with the shattered threads of wind.
The sharp cutting sounds gradually became lower, then disappeared.
Those fine sword gusts gradually returned to the stone cliffs of the mausoleum, never to appear again.
The torrential rain continued to fall, but compared to before, it seemed to have become much more timid, especially the rain that fell on the Yellow Paper Umbrella.
It was quiet.
On the other hand, the plains below the mausoleum gradually became noisy. The monster tide that was like a black sea vaguely stirred up waves, showing signs of unrest.
Previously, when this strand of sword intent had entered Chen Changsheng's body and was displayed by his dagger, the monster tide was still able to remain calm. However, when this strand of sword intent had entered the Yellow Paper Umbrella and then easily shattered Nanke's sword energy, thus proving a few things, the tens of thousands of monsters in the plains could no longer control their emotions.
Some monsters fearfully and uneasily attempted to retreat, but even more monsters let out angry roars towards the mausoleum. Countless angry roars converged together like thunder, about to tear apart the gloomy sky. If Nanke had not used the Soul Wood to forcefully suppress it, the black ocean formed by the monster tide would have already surged towards the Mausoleum of Zhou.
Nanke did not know why the demonic beasts were reacting so strongly. Was it because the appearance of that sword intent indicated that the Sword Pool was about to appear? Then why was the beast tide not as turbulent as it was now when the sword intent appeared? She was puzzled. Her gaze passed through the rain and landed on Xu Yourong. Previously, it was precisely her that made Chen Changsheng abandon the sword and use the umbrella.
Today, everyone present was an expert. Xu Yourong had not recovered from her heavy injuries and was extremely weak. She spent the majority of the time with her eyes closed, not watching the battle. However, she had actually understood something. This made Nanke somewhat angry and unwilling. It was just like how she felt when Chen Changsheng used that strand of sword intent.
Here, she still had to quote Tang Thirty-Six's famous judgment. Xu Yourong and Chen Changsheng were really two fellows that were very good at making people speechless.
Xu Yourong braced herself and looked at the restless monster tide below the mausoleum. She said weakly, "Close the umbrella."
Chen Changsheng listened to her and closed the Yellow Paper Umbrella.
After the umbrella was closed, it was very much like a sword. Many people had similar experiences. After the rain stopped, they would use the tip of the umbrella to stab at the mud and walls for fun.
Why? Because after the umbrella was closed, it was very much like a sword.
At this moment, the Yellow Paper Umbrella that Chen Changsheng held in his left hand was very much like a sword.
The monster tide around the mausoleum instantly became silent.
Those angry roars disappeared just like that.
The monsters that were in an uproar and attempting to head towards the mausoleum became somewhat fearful and uneasy, as if something big was about to happen. In the depths of the monster tide, the powerful Star Condensation monsters that were like mountains and rivers began to emit a ruthless and bloody Qi. The huge shadow in the sky became even lower than before.
The Sword Pool was the greatest secret of the Garden of Zhou. The sword was the greatest taboo of the plains.
Just what was the connection between this sword intent and the Sword Pool that it represented and the countless monsters that ran amok in the Plains of the Unsetting Sun? Xu Yourong silently deduced and calculated. Her mental energy was quickly consumed, and her face became paler and paler. Finally, her gaze fell on the umbrella in Chen Changsheng's left hand. She thought to herself, it seems like this really is the legendary Yellow Paper Umbrella.
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In the world outside the Garden of Zhou, the wind and snow remained the same.
The huge shadow in the sky became even lower than before. In the distance of the snowy plains, the figures of over ten Demon Generals towered like mountains and rivers, emitting a bloody and powerful Qi. So far, one Demon General had already died in battle, seven Demon Generals were injured, and three of them had their limbs severed. The demons had already paid a heavy enough price.
The snowflakes landed on Su Li's shoulders and were instantly cut into countless pieces.
There was blood on his sword, but there was no blood on his body. He seemed uninjured, but in reality, he had already consumed a great deal of energy. He could no longer perfectly condense his sword intent in his body, and it began to leak out.
Black Robe sat cross-legged on a snowy hill and calmly said to him, "Although you are called Su Li, you cannot leave today."
Su Li looked at the shadow in the sky and said nothing.
"What do you like to eat the most, what do you dislike to eat the most, where have you been these past few years, how many people have you killed in the Great Western Continent, do you like mountains or the sea, how often do you write a letter to your daughter, how long did you take to master the first sword move after you entered the Mount Li Sword Sect, how many times did you quarrel with your master, how many days did you cry after your master died in the Garden of Zhou …"
Black Robe used his slender fingers to lightly stroke the square plate in front of his knees and said, "All the information I could gather related to you was used in this situation. How could you possibly leave?"
Su Li withdrew his gaze and looked at him mockingly. "The people I dislike the most are people like you. You clearly still have to rely on strength to fight to the death in the end, but you always like to talk about reason and probability. Even when you're about to die and on your last breath, you still don't forget to put on an appearance of having the pearl of wisdom in your hands. Who are you acting for? "
A low laugh came from Black Robe. "Naturally, it's for people like you who have been calculated to death by me."
Su Li sneered. "Do you really think that everything can be calculated?"
Black Robe asked, "Why not?"
"Of course you know that the stars can move. Since the stars can move, how can there be an unchanging fate? If it is not predestined, how can it be calculated? "
Su Li gazed at the night sky. He did not see the river formed by the two stars in the south, only the snowflakes that constantly fell in front of that shadow. He said in a clear voice, "Everything in the world is changing at every moment. The longer the snow falls, the thicker it becomes. Perhaps there will be a moment when an avalanche will occur. How can you calculate that?"
"The path of the sword is not snow, and cultivation is not falling snow. Quantitative changes do not necessarily lead to qualitative changes, and desperate situations cannot help you break through."
Black Robe knew what his words of snow implied. He calmly said, "Because you are an unparalleled genius of the path of the sword."
These words were praise. Coming from the mouth of the continent's most mysterious Demon Military Advisor, even Su Li should feel proud. But these words were even more offensive.
If an unparalleled genius of the path of the sword could break through, he would have broken through long ago, whether it was through the great terror between life and death or some other method.
Black Robe continued, "You are unable to make the path of the sword reach perfection not because of any other reason. Talent, comprehension, willpower, and even the most crucial of luck, you have never lacked any of these. The reason it is like this is because you lack the most important thing. That thing is of the utmost importance to the path of the sword."
Su Li naturally understood what he was talking about.
"The path of the sword is the cultivation of the sword."
Black Robe's voice did not fluctuate in the slightest as he coldly concluded, "Without a sword that is worthy of you, your path of the sword will never be complete."
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(The next chapter will be a little later, but it should be out before eleven.)
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