Swords constantly flew over from all parts of the grassland, and then arrived in the rainy sky in front of the mausoleum.
A dozen or so swords hovered around Chen Chang Sheng.
Countless Qis shook the heavens and the earth, but no matter if it was Teng Xiaoming's tyrannical demonic arts or Nanke's burning true blood, he only needed to stretch out his hand to grab a sword from the rain, and then he could break through it with a wave of his hand.
Ning Cui and Hua Qiu saw this scene, and their faces paled. They felt that their legs were somewhat weak, and they could barely stand.
Some of the swords were long, some were short, some were wide, some were thin, some were tyrannical, some were low-key, some emitted sacred light, and some overflowed with demonic Qi. However, they all had a similar characteristic. These swords … were all very famous.
The Mountain Sea Sword, the Holy Maiden Sword, the Yue Maiden Sword, the Autumn Water Sword, the Jade Lake Sword, the Eight Zhang Divine Sword, the Demon Commander's Banner Sword, the Dragoncry Sword … after several hundred years, these famous swords that had disappeared for a long time finally appeared before the eyes of the people.
Now, these swords quietly stopped in the rain.
Chen Changsheng stood in the rain of swords.
In the end, time was still the most powerful magical artifact. The famous swords of the past were already broken. The one that was best preserved was the temple sword of South Stream Temple, followed by the Mountain Sea Sword. The other swords were more or less damaged. Some of the swords carried the soil of the grassland, and when the soil was gradually washed away by the rain, the rust within was revealed. They no longer had their original elegance, and it made people feel sorrow.
However, in the torrential rain, these swords still emitted a cold and proud Qi.
Nanke could not understand, could not accept. Why would these once incomparably proud famous swords listen to Chen Changsheng's will? No matter how she thought, she could not find an answer.
Chen Changsheng himself did not know. He only knew that these once peerless famous swords wanted to leave the Garden of Zhou. However, in the past several hundred years, there were many human and demon cultivators that entered the Plains of the Unsetting Sun. Why did these swords choose him?
The most important reason was the strand of sword intent in the Yellow Paper Umbrella.
That sword intent had separated from the swords several hundred years ago, and from that day, it became the only free soul in the Sword Pool. It represented those famous swords that could not leave the Sword Pool, and it constantly released its Qi outside the grassland.
Chen Changsheng held the Yellow Paper Umbrella, so he could clearly feel that sword intent.
When he let the sword intent enter the Yellow Paper Umbrella, it signified the return of an old friend that had once left the Sword Pool. He had proven his identity to those proud famed swords. But this was not enough. These famed swords had been covered in dust for many years, and their lofty aspirations had long since faded away. If they did not have enough confidence in leaving, they would rather continue to sleep at the bottom of the Sword Pool. At the very least, they would be able to exist for a few more years. Otherwise, if they gathered the last of their sword intent to make this gamble and failed, it was extremely likely that their swords would break and their wills would perish.
Chen Changsheng had to prove to these swords that he had enough perseverance, that he had enough ability to bring them out of the Garden of Zhou.
The former was not a problem. He was a youth in the prime of his youth. His clean eyes were filled with stubbornness and the desire for freedom. The latter was originally a huge problem. However, after the Black Dragon's soul entered his body and began to sleep, it was no longer a problem.
The Ruyi Jade that Black Dragon Soul Leaving was attached to was currently tied to his wrist. As the rain washed over it, it grew brighter and brighter.
This jade ruyi was the Tianhai Divine Empress's personal magical artifact and carried her powerful Qi.
Through his sword intent and the Yellow Paper Umbrella, Chen Changsheng's perseverance and amiability combined with this powerful Qi spread throughout the entire plain. Even though those peerless swords were broken, their sword intent still existed. They had followed their masters and seen countless experts. Their experience and knowledge were extremely vast. However, when they sensed the powerful aura emitted from that jade scepter, they were also shocked. Even if Zhou Dufu was still alive, the owner of that powerful Qi could still bring them out of the Garden of Zhou, let alone now?
Thus, they arrived at Chen Changsheng's side, cloaked in rain.
But where were these swords normally? Just where was the Sword Pool?
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The rain washed over those old famed swords, and also washed over Nanke's small face.
Her face grew whiter and whiter, just like the temple sword. The flames in her eyes were gradually extinguished, but there was still no fear — shock and anger were her respect for the history that these swords represented and her disdain for Chen Changsheng, as well as the disappointment she felt from the contrast between the two. This was an intense emotional reaction, but it did not represent anything else.
Looking at the dozen or so famed swords floating around Chen Changsheng in the rain, she said after a moment of silence, "Back then, you were only defeated by the Halving Blade. Could it be that you want to rebel today?"
Those swords did not understand her words, and continued to remain silent in the rain. The cold rain dripped down from the Demon Commander's Banner Sword, falling from the flat section of the Mountain Sea Sword. They did not answer her.
Nanke raised the Soul Wood in her hand. After being soaked by the rain, the black Soul Wood seemed even darker and heavier.
The monster tide around the mausoleum was already restless. Now, with her action, they became even more berserk. Countless mournful roars of monsters left the ground of the plain, bombarding the place where the rain fell!
She did not want to do this, but Chen Changsheng and these swords forced her to do it. At this moment, she could not care so much, even if the Mausoleum of Zhou would be defiled by millions of low-class monsters.
The Soul Wood suddenly shone brightly.
The black sea of the monster tide stirred up countless huge waves, accompanied by countless terrifying roars. The plain began to tremble, and even the mausoleum began to tremble. Countless monsters began to attack!
Nanke looked at him and yelled, "Chen Changsheng, do you think that by relying on these old and clumsy broken swords, you can survive!"
Chen Changsheng looked at the boundless sea of monsters around the mausoleum, and said nothing.
Not far behind him, Xu Yourong leaned against the main entrance of the mausoleum, hugging the Wu Bow and wrapped in sackcloth. Her eyes were closed, and it was unknown when she would wake up again.
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(Seven thousand words done. Tomorrow, six thousand and above, I'll die of exhaustion in the Fire Beacon … About adding four taels of Meteoric Iron to make it heavier, that was definitely wrong. I often make this kind of stupid mistake. I've already changed a small amount in my manuscript, but I haven't changed it in the main text. I thought it was a method to mock me. Today is Monday, so I'll have to trouble everyone to vote for me. Also, I'll have to trouble everyone to vote for the free golden keyboard. I'll just have to ask everyone to vote for your works. It's been hard on everyone, and it's been hard on me.)
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