When the sword intent appeared, when the metal sword arrived by Chen Changsheng's side, the monster tide that was like an ocean around the mausoleum had already reacted. Perhaps they were afraid, or angry, or restless, but they were suppressed by Nanke. At this moment, as the Soul Wood in her hand shone brightly, the restriction suddenly disappeared. How could the tens of thousands of monsters in the grassland hold back any longer? One by one, they madly rushed towards the mausoleum. For a moment, the earth trembled, and the world became dark and gloomy. Even the majestic torrential rain seemed to have an additional smell of blood and filth.
Only the terrifying shadow remained silent. Although it slowly floated towards the ground, it did not have any intention of displaying its divine might. Perhaps it was because of the great peng's performance that the high level monsters with peak Star Condensation strength in the depths of the grassland did not follow the monster tide towards the mausoleum. They were not resisting the summons of the Soul Wood, nor were they resisting Nanke's will. Instead, they were more intelligent, and vaguely sensed that something even more serious was about to happen, so they were on guard. The seriousness here was obviously related to the Garden of Zhou.
Countless monsters transformed into a black tide and surged towards the mausoleum. The quiet Plains of the Unsetting Sun had long become chaotic. The pools of water at the bottom of the grass were torn to pieces by the sharp claws of the monsters, and then flattened by the scales. The soil was constantly sent flying, and the clear water became incomparably turbid. It was a majestic and terrifying sight. Just like what was said before, even if a Saint was here, they would not be able to kill all the monsters that were endlessly surging towards the mausoleum. They could only escape. Chen Changsheng stood in the torrential rain and looked at this scene. Naturally, he wanted to retreat, but he already had nowhere else to go.
Around him, a dozen or so famed swords quietly floated in the rain. These swords had once experienced the vicissitudes of the world, but now they had already experienced the vicissitudes of life. They were either damaged or covered in rust. When they first appeared, they possessed astonishing might, but in the end, they were no longer as vigorous as they were in the past. Most importantly, the peerless experts that had once wielded these swords had already passed away.
With just these dozen or so damaged swords, it was impossible to block the attacks of the monster tide. If he wanted to become an unfalling reef in the black ocean, he needed even more swords.
Chen Changsheng's gaze passed through the heavy curtain of rain and gazed at the grassland surrounding the mausoleum. He looked at the terrifying monster tide, wanting to find even more swords. Those swords should be in the Sword Pool, but for some reason, they did not appear like the Mountain Sea Sword. They were still waiting for his summons, or perhaps he could persuade them. Only, just where was the Sword Pool?
"If you are here, please come out and meet me, because I need you."
This was his intention. It flowed along the slightly trembling handle of the Yellow Paper Umbrella and into the surface of the umbrella, dispersing into the boundless grassland.
He looked at the distant grassland in the misty rain, looked at the grassland groaning under the belly of the Flood Dragon, and said to the unknown Sword Pool in his heart, "I will take you away from this abandoned old garden. Perhaps you will sleep, but at least … it will not be in this grassland that will never have night and cannot sleep peacefully."
The monster tide grew closer and closer. The distance to the divine path below the mausoleum was only several li. Standing at the edge of the stone platform, Chen Changsheng could even clearly see the scarlet mouth of the Purple Lightning Leopard at the very front, as well as the saliva dripping from the corner of its mouth. It was even as if he could smell the stench of the saliva.
Right at this moment, he suddenly felt a tremor.
This tremor had nothing to do with the Beast Tide or the storm.
This vibration came from the depths of the sea of grass, from the depths of the great earth. It was extremely fine, clearly a bit weak, but it was just that real.
The Purple Lightning Leopard was like a bolt of true purple lightning, breaking through the dense water plants and madly charging towards the mausoleum. Its scarlet eyes were filled with a bloodthirsty and berserk Qi.
Suddenly, a hint of wariness appeared in its eyes, which then split open.
Immediately after, the corner of its lips also split open. The dripping saliva mixed with the blood, turning it a scarlet red.
It felt danger and madly increased its speed, attempting to break away from the tremor.
The tremor was truly very weak. When it reached the ground, it felt very slow.
However, the lightning-like Purple Lightning Leopard was unable to break away from the tremor.
There was a soft tearing sound in the rain.
Crack!
The Purple Lightning Leopard's body split into pieces, turning into a dozen or so lumps of blood. As it ran, it scattered, but it still maintained its previous speed. Only after traveling several dozen zhang did it fall to the ground.
The scene was extremely strange and terrifying.
In the paw prints left behind by the Purple Lightning Leopard, the soft soil constantly churned and a sword slowly appeared.
This was a broken sword that only had half a blade remaining. The hilt of the sword was deeply rusted, and the half of the blade was covered in mud. It looked abnormally miserable, no different from scrap metal.
The broken sword quietly lay in the mud and grass.
The rain continued to fall. With the washing of the rain, the mud on the blade was washed away, but it could not wash away the rust. It was still gray and gloomy, without a single gleam of sharpness. However, it was still slightly lighter. The broken sword incessantly trembled, struggling, attempting to leave the ground … It was like a heavily injured soldier using a crutch to stand up again and kill the enemy.
After an unknown amount of time, the broken sword finally left the ground. It flew crookedly towards the mausoleum, as if it could fall to the ground again at any time.
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In the Plains of the Unsetting Sun, the monster whose speed was second only to the Purple Lightning Leopard was the Wind Wolf. These monsters were born from the crossbreeding of the wolves of the snowy plains and the Demon Wolves of the Great Western Continent. They were born with inconceivable speed, and it was said that they were the only monsters on the continent that could successfully hunt Red Falcons. Of course, this was mainly due to the Wind Wolves' collective battle prowess and perseverance.
The strange death of the Purple Lightning Leopard in front of them did not slow the Wind Wolf pack in the slightest. As the most loyal and bloodthirsty protector of the Mausoleum of Zhou, the leader of the wolf pack received the order from the Soul Wood to tear apart all the intruders that dared to enter the mausoleum. Most importantly, the wolf pack was composed of several hundred Wind Wolves. Even if some of them died to those broken swords, there would always be even more Wind Wolves that would charge through and then attack the enemy.
The wolf pack possessed extremely strong hunting intelligence. In the long period of waiting, the leader of the wolf pack had already led his subordinates to silently push through the other monsters and arrive at the White Grass Path. This was because the ground here was the hardest and the closest to the main entrance of the mausoleum, making it the most suitable place to charge.
The mournful white grass on the White Grass Path was completely shattered. The wolf pack swept past like the wind. Because their speed was too fast and there were too many of them, they brought with them an ear-piercing howl. However, in the next moment, the howl of the wind was replaced by another kind of howl. That howl was even more mournful, or perhaps even sharper.
It was the sound of sword intent piercing through the air.
The strand of white hair on the head of the Wind Wolf leader was severed by the wind.
That strand of white hair was the most distinct characteristic that distinguished the Wind Wolf from the other wolf breeds. It was also this strand of white hair that bestowed the Wind Wolf with a divine soul, allowing them to possess the speed of the wind.
Now, this strand of white hair had been severed.
The Wind Wolf leader let out an angry and unwilling howl. However, even this howl could not be completely emitted. It stopped in the middle, as if it had been severed by a sword.
Countless cracks appeared on the White Grass Path. Those cracks were parallel to the direction of the mausoleum. They were like countless straight lines, blocking the path of the Wind Wolf pack's charge.
As long as a Wind Wolf crossed this straight line, it would be sliced apart by an invisible force.
The wolf's paw that stepped on the hard ground broke.
The wolf's shoulder that carried the flying white grass broke.
The wolf's tail broke. The wolf's waist broke.
The wolf pack formed from several hundred Wind Wolves, in the instant those cracks appeared, they all broke.
It was as if someone had dumped a large basket of stones on the ground, and the White Grass Path was filled with crashing sounds.
Countless Wind Wolf corpses were chopped into pieces, constantly rolling on the White Grass Path. Some of them rolled into the swamps on the side of the path, while others were directly chopped into pieces by even more sword intent.
On the path to the mausoleum, there were broken limbs and corpses everywhere. Dirty blood sprayed everywhere, turning the White Grass Path into a bloody path. The stench of blood was extremely pungent.
As the stench of blood spread into the sky, the sword intents in the cracks also followed the rain and rose into the sky.
Several thousand gray vultures flew high up in the sky, strangely quiet. These monsters were powerful and sinister. Back then, even Xu Yourong had been forced to burn the last of her Heavenly Phoenix true blood in order to kill that flock of gray vultures. They did not roar like the other monsters. Instead, they quietly flew towards the mausoleum.
It seemed like there was only the sky between them and the mausoleum. There was nothing blocking their way, making it convenient for them to launch a sneak attack.
However, those sword intents had also arrived in the sky.
The cracks in the grassland also seemed like they wanted to rip apart the sky.
Countless miserable cries suddenly rang out. Countless broken feathers floated down, and what fell even faster to the ground of the grassland was a bewitching color of blood.
Several thousand gray vultures fell one after another. For a moment, they seemed even more concentrated than the torrential rain.
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The countless monsters that charged towards the mausoleum all split apart, turning into mangled chunks of flesh and blood.
Countless cracks appeared on the surface of the grassland. The wild grass was chopped into pieces, and the earth was chopped into gravel. Countless sword intents crisscrossed through, straight into the sky.
Even the dark clouds high up in the sky were chopped into pieces, turning into countless shreds that floated in frustration.
The torrential rain actually stopped just like that.
The setting sun that did not seem like a sun at the edge of the grassland finally had the opportunity to shine its warm red rays of light around the mausoleum.
There were corpses of monsters everywhere. Occasionally, there would be a few heavily injured monsters that did not die, constantly letting out miserable cries.
The monster tide that surged towards the mausoleum stopped for a moment. They did not dare to continue forward, slowly rising and falling.
This was a blood-red world.
The black sea of monsters had also gradually turned into a calm red sea.
After the mausoleum in the monster tide had been drenched by the rain, its color had become extremely dark. At this moment, it looked like a black reef in the middle of a red sea.
No matter how fierce the wind and waves were, or how fierce the torrential rain was, it did not move in the slightest.
Compared to this blood-red world and the black mausoleum, the truly shocking scene was in the grassland surrounding the mausoleum.
A broken sword flew out of the grass with great difficulty, giving off a clear cry.
An old sword broke out of the water, carrying with it the sound of muddy water dripping down.
An ancient sword broke out of the rock, carrying with it a dull sound of friction.
Several dozen swords.
Several hundred swords.
Several thousand swords.
Perhaps with great difficulty, perhaps with hesitation, or perhaps with joy, they broke out of the swamp and reappeared in the world.
Countless swords appeared in the sky above the grassland surrounding the mausoleum.
The grassland was filled with pools of water. It was more like a wetland, or a grassy swamp.
For several hundred years, countless people had searched for the Sword Pool, but no one had found it. There was not even the slightest clue.
This was because no one had ever thought that the Sword Pool … would actually be so large.
The Sword Pool was not a mountain pool, nor was it a cold pool.
Those swords had always been in this grassland.
This incomparably vast grassland that stretched as far as the eye could see was the Sword Pool.
No, how was this a pool? This was clearly a sea.
A sea of swords.
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The grassland was quiet.
Chen Changsheng stood at the edge of the stone platform, looking at the scene in front of him in silence.
Previously, he had already faintly guessed at the truth of the Sword Pool, but when he personally saw the scene of ten thousand swords appearing, he was still shocked to the extreme.
Nanke stood on the divine path, looking at this scene with an expressionless face. It was unknown what she was thinking. Ning Qiu covered her mouth to prevent herself from crying out, while her companion, Hua Cui, sat down in the rain. The zither-playing old man's face was abnormally pale. The zither in front of him was covered in blood, and he actually did not dare to glance behind him.
Teng Xiaoming and Liu Wan 'er withdrew their gazes and looked at each other. They could see the apology and determination in each other's eyes.
No one said anything, and no one moved.
Even the monster tide in the grassland had slowly calmed down.
This was because those swords were currently flying towards the mausoleum.
Countless swords flew in the warm red light, as if they wanted to cover the sky.
As they got closer and closer to the mausoleum, the tens of thousands of swords that had been washed by the rain began to shine with light, like the stars in the sky.
That scene was truly very beautiful.
However, those swords flew very slowly. They were not as arrogant and powerful as when they had just been born.
Countless swords flew to the surroundings of the mausoleum and slowly spread out, as if they were soldiers in formation.
The world was filled with sword intent.
Those sword intents were once incomparably powerful, but now they were already weak. Interweaving together, they were somewhat messy.
These sword intents did not have intelligence, but they did have emotions, all sorts of complicated emotions.
To this mausoleum, the sword's emotions were indifference and battle intent.
To the youth standing in the mausoleum, the sword's emotions were to see an old friend, to ask him to take them away.
That blade was very merciless, but time was even more merciless.
These swords had slept in the depths of the sea of grass for several hundred years, and had long been broken beyond repair.
In the instant that they left the grassland, these swords had already exploded with their greatest strength.
Yes, these swords were already old, covered in rust, and on the verge of decay.
Right now, these swords were heavily injured soldiers, and they were old men walking on crutches.
They should have left the battlefield long ago, and returned to the fields of old, but unfortunately, the fields here were not good, and it was not their home. It was only a cage.
For several hundred years, there was not a moment that they did not want to leave this grassland, but in the end, only one of their companions succeeded, taking away their thoughts.
However, that companion never returned.
Until today, when these swords were about to lose all hope, their old friend finally returned to meet them.
A youth had returned to this grassland with those thoughts.
The swords were old, but the youth was still in his youth.
Chen Changsheng's desire for freedom, his love for life, was so pure and resolute.
Like a cool breeze, he had awakened them.
They heard his summons, and believed in his will. Thus, their ambitions reappeared.
The old swords still had some power, and their broken edges could still kill enemies.
Their ambitions were a thousand li.
They wanted to go a thousand li away.
To return to their homeland.
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(I said six thousand words, but I have to go back on my word today. This chapter only has four thousand words. The reason is very simple. This chapter has crippled me. All my spirit is in these four thousand words. If I continue to write, I will write unreasonably. I will make up for the two thousand words tomorrow. Tomorrow, I will update with eight thousand words.)
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