As the Soul Wood in Nanke's hand began to glow once more, the monster tide that had been shocked into silence by the Birth of Myriad Swords began to rage once more.
In the depths of the monster tide, that massive figure remained as stable as a mountain.
It was a Monster Bull, the legendary Monster Bull.
The reason the word 'legend' was used was because in the records of the Daoist Canon, this kind of demon beast had been completely exterminated by the human race and the devil race countless years ago, and it was also because this kind of demon beast was extremely formidable that it had already become a sort of legend.
The Monster Bull possessed the powerful battle prowess of an upper level Star Condensation cultivator. Although its spiritual sense was not developed and it did not possess true intelligence, so it could not be completely equivalent to an upper level Star Condensation human expert, in the forests and wastelands it lived in, it definitely possessed the same level of lethality as a human expert of the same level, perhaps even stronger. This was because it was an extremely rare monster that excelled in long-range attacks.
The Monster Bull's body was as massive as a mountain, its body naturally covered in a layer of extremely hard armor. The tip of its single horn could pierce through solid stone.
Its greatest characteristic, and also its most frightening aspect, was its slender tail, covered in black hair. When it crouched, its slender tail would coil into a pile on the ground, but when it encountered an enemy or prey, that slender tail would stand up, wrapping around the single horn on its head and transforming into a bowstring. Its body would transform into a massive bow.
This was a very mystical matter, but even more incomprehensible was that the arrows used by this massive bow, which was as large as a mountain, were actually those tiny hairs on its tail. It was also unknown just what these black hairs were made of. On the body of the Monster Bull, they were as soft as cotton, but once they were shot out by the tail, they became as hard as steel. They were as fast as lightning and simply impossible to dodge!
The battle prowess of an upper level Star Condensation cultivator, coupled with such strange and difficult to defend against attacks, in the process of the humans and demons conquering the continent, countless experts had been killed by this terrifying monster. The Monster Bull's reputation spread far and wide, to the point where some people began to suspect that its body contained the blood of the Unicorn. Of course, this conjecture did not receive too much approval. Who knew how many single-horned monsters lived in the depths of the continent's Cloud Mountains? How could such a pure and holy divine creature like the Unicorn leave behind such bloodthirsty descendants?
As he watched those Monster Bulls slowly straighten their massive bodies in the monster tide that were like mountain peaks protruding from the ground, Chen Changsheng's hand, gripping the Demon Commander's Banner Sword, felt rather cold. Even from dozens of miles away, he seemed to be able to see the eyes of this demonic beast. It was a pair of eyes that were as small as a grain of rice, emitting a faint, eerie light, making it look especially terrifying.
This was just a feeling, but he was very sure that this demonic beast could see his eyes. Otherwise, how could it threaten him from so far away?
Chen Chang Sheng knew that this terrifying monster would soon launch an endless stream of long range attacks at him, but before dealing with those filament arrows that contained an infinite amount of power, he still had to solve many other problems, such as the indistinct chirping sound that came from the front of the divine avenue, as well as the thunderous rumbling sounds that came from within the monster tide.
The chirping sound was very weak. If one didn't know how terrifying the owner of the voice was, they might even think it was cute.
Chen Changsheng remembered very clearly that in the Four Seas Scroll of the Daoist Canon, there was a powerful demonic beast that was called by this name.
This demonic beast was called the Earth Monkey. Its body was thin and small, its fur an earthy yellow, its fangs and neck extremely long. It could stand like a human, and when it ran, its four limbs were on the ground, making it incredibly fast. Moreover, its fangs and claws were incomparably sharp and could be said to be indestructible. It had an extremely bloodthirsty and cruel temperament, loving to eat humans the most. Most frightening of all was that this demonic beast was extremely skilled at moving underground, almost as miraculous as moving through the earth. Its movements were extremely difficult to track. Even opponents much stronger than it would often be caught off guard, successfully ambushed by it and then devoured to death, a gruesome sight to behold.
What made him most wary and uneasy was still the sound of thunder from within the sea of the monster tide.
The sound of thunder came from the ground of the grassland splitting open, not from the invasion of sword intent, but from an incomparably powerful demonic beast tearing open the ground and angrily roaring.
He looked at that terrifying mountainous figure in the monster tide and knew that this demonic beast had not completely stood up, but was bent over in search of a weapon. The weapon could be a mountain, or it could be those hard rocks beneath the soft earth. The larger and heavier the rock, the easier it was to use.
This demonic beast was called the Mountain-toppling Fiend. It was twenty-eight zhang tall, had a long mouth and coiled horns, and possessed unimaginable brute strength. When it was enraged, it could even topple a mountain, then use the mountain as a weapon, the crushed stones as stars, and the winds it breathed were like blades. It was incomparably valiant. It was ranked third on the Ranking of Earthly Beasts of the Pavilion of Divination!
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The Monster Bull, the Earth Monkey, the Mountain-toppling Fiend were all names that had the qualifications to enter the Daoist Canon. They were all extremely powerful and terrifying demonic beasts. They had already become legends, or perhaps forgotten by people. However, who could have imagined that in this day and age when the continent was ruled by the humans and demons, they would still be seen in the grassland of the Garden of Zhou?
The laws of the world of the Garden of Zhou had a compulsory requirement for the cultivation of humans, but it did not seem to affect these demonic beasts. It was no wonder that in the past several hundred years, all the human cultivators and demons that had entered the Plains of the Unsetting Sun had no way of leaving. They had probably already become food for these terrifying demonic beasts.
A black hair flew over from the horizon, almost causing the Demon Commander's Banner Sword in Chen Changsheng's hand to fall. The chirping sounds near the mausoleum and the rumbling of thunder in the distant grassland entered his ears, causing his face to become abnormally pale. In just an instant, he felt that death had arrived.
Previously, because of the shadow, these high ranked demonic beasts had always remained silent. Now that the ten thousand swords were in the air and Nanke was dancing in the rain, they were no longer silent. As a result, three unimaginably powerful Qis began to spread out in front of the mausoleum, and then they became more and more violent.
Chen Changsheng was only at the upper level of Ethereal Opening. Even if there were ten thousand broken swords by his side, it would not change this fact. These three monsters at the upper level of Star Condensation, whether in terms of cultivation or strength, were all oppressive. It was even somewhat difficult for him to resist the pressure of these three monsters. What should he do?
Now that he thought about it, they had come all the way from the edge of the grassland to the Mausoleum of Zhou. If Nanke had not used the Soul Wood to order those monsters not to attack in order to follow them, perhaps they would have already died on the road. As for why Nanke did not let those monsters lead the way? They had some sort of conjecture.
"These Demonic Beasts don't necessarily listen to you completely."
Chen Changsheng looked at the huge shadow in the sky and imagined the legendary monster that was already half a step into the Divine Domain behind the shadow. After a moment of silence, he looked at Nanke and said.
The remnant rain fell from the shattered clouds in the sky, dripping. Nanke closed her eyes, her black hair wildly dancing behind her petite body. The Soul Wood floated in front of her, growing brighter and brighter, as if it was about to become transparent. She did not pay attention to his words, or perhaps she did not hear them at all.
The monster tide continued to sweep towards the mausoleum. The nearby grassland that had just been dyed blood red was very quickly covered by a black sea once more.
The sinister chittering grew weaker and weaker. This did not mean that the terrifying Earth Monkey had already left. On the contrary, it meant that it was preparing to attack.
The Mountain-toppling Fiend finally found a stone protrusion that was several zhang long in the pool of water in the grassland. It stood up, and as a result, a hill appeared in the monster tide.
Behind the black sea, the Monster Bull silently gazed at the mausoleum. Its eyes, which were the size of grains of rice, emitted a dim light that fell on Chen Changsheng's body. Its thin tail curled around the single horn on its head. It was extremely taut, and at least several thousand black bristles were densely arranged on its surface.
Chen Changsheng could not defeat these three high level monsters, but he was not afraid. His eyes were still bright, like the brightest speck of light among the ten thousand broken swords in the sky around the mausoleum.
Around the mausoleum, a cold wind blew and the ten thousand swords hummed.
In the distance, the monster tide was like a sea, and the great beasts were like mountains.
The Mountain Sea Sword flew back in front of him, trembling slightly.
Both movement and silence were incompatible. The sword beasts would eventually fight.
If these broken swords acted on their own and fought with the monster tide, they would probably fall very quickly and perish.
But now, he was here.
The ten thousand swords were an army. They were either the soldiers, the vanguard, or the center of the formation. He was the general.
How should he lead the ten thousand swords in this battle?
He did not know. Even though he had read the Daoist Canon since he was a child and had memorized the countless secret cultivation manuals stored away in the Orthodox Academy, it was still impossible for him to learn ten thousand sword styles. No one could do this. Then, how should he control these ten thousand swords and have them display their greatest power?
He gripped the Yellow Paper Umbrella and felt the information transmitted by the sword intent.
Entering the grassland, coming to the Mausoleum of Zhou, and the appearance of the Sword Pool — everything was related to that sword intent.
Perhaps, that was the answer.
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He sensed the pride and steadiness of the sword intent.
Pride and steadiness were two completely different emotions, even vaguely conflicting. It was basically impossible for them to appear on the same sword or the same person at the same time.
Strangely, Chen Changsheng felt that the mixture of pride and steadiness in the sword intent was very familiar to him. It was not the kind of familiarity that came from reciting the Daoist Canon backwards, but a true familiarity. He had seen it with his eyes, felt it with his heart, and even fought with it.
It was very simple for him to understand. This was the sword intent of Mount Li. He had once felt it on the bodies of those young geniuses of Mount Li — Guan Feibai was arrogant and conceited to the point of being cold, Gou Hanshi was calm and gentle to the point of being amiable, Liang Banhu was taciturn to the point of being trustworthy, and Qi Jian possessed all three.
As it turned out, this sword intent came from Mount Li. He silently gazed at the Yellow Paper Umbrella in his hand.
Even now, he still did not know that this sword intent belonged to the legendary Heaven Shrouding Sword, but he knew what he had to do.
Even if Zhou Dufu came back to life, he would not be able to use ten thousand sword intents to control ten thousand broken swords and use ten thousand sword styles, much less him. However, he could use this sword intent from Mount Li to control ten thousand broken swords and use the ten thousand sword styles of Mount Li. The only problem he needed to solve was how to simultaneously control ten thousand strands of spiritual sense.
He only needed to solve one problem, and that problem would often be the most difficult problem to solve. Even the metaphysicians of the Li Palace who were the most imaginative would not believe that there was a person who could divide the spiritual sense into ten thousand strands. There was no need to even try, but Chen Changsheng wanted to try.
His left hand gripped the handle of the Yellow Paper Umbrella, and his spiritual sense moved quickly, controlling the sword intent in the umbrella to disperse into the sky around the mausoleum. In an instant, it came into contact with those broken swords, and he could clearly feel the remaining sword intents in those broken swords. Those sword intents were already exhausted or weak, and some sword intents were even so faint that they were hard to detect.
He respectfully and firmly requested those sword intents to temporarily give up their positions and hand over control.
The tyrannical Mountain Sea Sword agreed.
The reserved temple sword agreed.
The ten thousand swords in the sky around the mausoleum all agreed.
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