Simultaneously controlling ten thousand swords required ten thousand strands of divine sense. Who could possess such a powerful divine sense? Even if Zhou Dufu were to come back to life, he would probably still not be able to do it, but Chen Changsheng just so happened to be able to do it. As a result, Teng Xiaoming was even more perplexed than shocked. He could not understand this matter.
Back then, when he was determining his Fated Star in the library of the Orthodox Academy, Chen Changsheng's divine sense had dispersed into the night sky above the capital. The Divine Empress had observed the stars and made such an evaluation — the strength of this person's divine sense and the tranquility of his consciousness were extremely rare. He was probably an old scholar who had bitterly studied for a hundred years and suddenly comprehended the truths of the world, thus obtaining such good fortune. He was just like Wang Zhi Ce back then, accumulating his strength for a long time, so he was naturally extraordinary. In this evaluation, the Divine Empress had compared Chen Changsheng to Wang Zhi Ce, who had comprehended the Way in one night and the stars illuminated the night. From this, it could be imagined just how strong Chen Changsheng's divine sense was, but no matter how strong it was, it could not be stronger than Wang Zhi Ce's. The reason why he was able to divide his divine sense into ten thousand strands was mainly because of the latter part of the Divine Empress' evaluation.
The number of strands a divine sense could divide had nothing to do with the strength of the divine sense itself. It was only related to the stability of the divine sense.
A peerless expert like Zhou Dufu naturally possessed a divine sense that was countless times stronger than Chen Changsheng's. That sort of divine sense was like a hard and massive rock. It could be divided into one, two, or even several dozen strands, but in the end, it could not be divided forever. There would always be a time when it would turn into tiny gravel, and there would be no way to divide it into even smaller gravel.
Chen Changsheng's divine sense was incomparably serene. Although it could not be as indestructible as an expert at Zhou Dufu's level, it was even softer. It was not like a hard rock, but like water. It could be divided into countless droplets, turning into droplets, turning into mist, as if it could be divided endlessly.
Countless swords shuttled back and forth around the mausoleum. From time to time, they would fall into the monster tide, bringing forth a rain of blood. Perhaps they would encounter an extremely tough resistance, and some of the old and dilapidated swords would be broken once again. It was a rather tragic sight to behold. When the ten thousand swords had just begun their battle with the monster tide, several dozen of the fastest and most well-preserved swords, under the guidance of the Mountain Sea Sword and under the guidance of Chen Changsheng's spiritual sense, flew towards the depths of the grassland with a focused and resolute manner. At this moment, they finally arrived before the Monster Bull.
The Monster Bull's eyes, which were like grains of rice, emitted a cruel and dim light. Its slender tail, which was tightly connected to its horn, was stretched taut. The surrounding grass had long been flattened by the berserk aura exuding from its body. Only countless densely packed and light hissing sounds could be heard in the air. The several thousand black hairs on its tail transformed into almost invisible arrows, shooting towards the mausoleum.
Dang dang dang dang! A series of crisp crashing sounds rang out from the depths of the grassland. The sounds seemed to be squeezed together into one long note.
Several dozen sword glows danced through the air several li in front of the Monster Bull like bolts of lightning. The sword energies melded together, drawing out countless circles of light in the air. The several thousand black hairs shot out by the Monster Bull were all blocked by the sword glows. In the blink of an eye, several thousand extremely small white vortexes of Qi appeared in the air. They were the result of the swords meeting the black hairs. Many cracks like lines appeared on the ground of the grassland. Those catfish and loaches that were lucky enough to survive did not even have the time to burrow into the depths of the mud before they were torn to shreds.
The Mountain Sea Sword did not block the black hairs that shot towards the mausoleum from several dozen li away. It violently charged out of the circle of swords. The heavy black iron blade cut through the air, giving off an ear-aching whistle. It directly chopped down at the Monster Bull's single horn from above. It was the move that Su Li had created, the Scorching Heaven Sword!
The grassland was filled with the sounds of the edge of the sword cutting through the tough hide. Everywhere, one could see chunks of flesh flying. Countless sword glows gradually dimmed, and countless monsters collapsed at the foot of the mausoleum or in the depths of the aquatic plants. The drizzle around the mausoleum still continued to fall. When would this rain of swords in the grassland stop?
Nanke still had her eyes closed. The Soul Wood in front of her grew brighter and brighter. The light was as white as milk, and her small face became even paler. Teng Xiaoming and Liu Wan'er stood guard for her, exuding a powerful and resolute Qi. They did not allow a single sword to approach her body.
After an unknown amount of time, she finally opened her eyes. The drizzle fell on her face, but the dark green flames in the depths of her indifferent and emotionless eyes were not extinguished by the cold rain. Instead, for some reason, a divine golden light appeared at the edge of her eyes, and the golden edge was currently corroding the depths of the green.
Chen Changsheng also opened his eyes and looked at her who was floating in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum.
The two of them quietly looked at each other, saying nothing.
Nanke viewed herself as the successor of the Garden of Zhou. Her methods originated from the restrictions that Zhou Dufu had left behind. Those restrictions had already kept the ten thousand broken swords in the Garden of Zhou for several hundred years. Today, Chen Changsheng wanted to rely on the ten thousand broken swords and leave with them. This would inevitably destroy the very foundation of the Garden of Zhou. This was something that she could not allow. As a result, even if she had to take the risk of being killed by the ten thousand swords, she still wanted to mentally travel through the world and use her strongest method to kill Chen Changsheng and collect the ten thousand swords, allowing the grassland to return to peace.
Chen Changsheng obviously would not accept this arrangement, whether it was the arrangement of fate or the arrangement that Zhou Dufu had made before his death.
The battle between the ten thousand swords and the monster tide continued. In the short moment that they looked at each other, it was unknown just how many bitter and bloody scenes had occurred. The two sides of this battle were swords and beasts. There were no people, so naturally, no one spoke. There were only the whistling of swords and the roars of beasts. There were no shouts of killing, but the killing intent on the grassland soared.
Not long after, the monster tide gradually calmed down, then slowly retreated towards the periphery of the mausoleum. It was unknown whether it was because they had discovered that they could not break through the ten thousand broken swords outside the mausoleum, or because Nanke had issued an order through the Soul Wood, or because they had vaguely sensed something.
Chen Changsheng raised his right hand. The fine rain fell on his hand, and the countless swords in the grassland correspondingly returned.
Several tens of thousands of low-level monsters had died. The sinister and strange Earth Monkey had attempted to launch a sneak attack on Chen Changsheng at the very beginning, but in the end, it was successfully countered by Chen Changsheng. It was heavily injured by the Mountain Gate Sword, and one of its hind limbs was severed while the other was crippled. It could no longer stand upright like a human. It hugged the leg of the Heaven Fanging Beast and stared resentfully at the mausoleum. It let out angry squeaks, as if it was complaining.
The Mountain-toppling Fiend's mountainous body was extremely eye-catching in the sea of monsters. However, its hard body now had at least several thousand sword slashes of varying depths. Some of the swords had successfully broken through its terrifying defense, injuring its flesh and bones. Fresh blood dripped down from the broken stone spear in its hand and dripped onto the ground.
The Monster Bull in the depths of the grassland seemed to have suffered the lightest injuries. However, most of the black hairs on its slender tail had already been shot out, leaving only a few tufts. It looked as if it had been scorched by fire, mottled and mottled. It was in a very sorry and dismal state, yet also somewhat laughable. It was no longer as terrifying as it was before.
Countless swords flew back to the mausoleum. Some of the swords had been broken again, leaving behind only a short section other than the hilt. They looked just as dismal, making one's heart ache. Some of the swords had been struck by the monster's venom. The rust had been eaten away, allowing them to regain their luster. However, some of them found it hard to bear, tottering on the verge of collapse along the way.
Not a single sword fell into the grassland and fell. This was because just as the swords were about to fall, other swords would fly over and catch them from below. Even those swords that had been broken by the monsters in battle and stepped into the mud were also picked up by other swords from the ground. Several swords met and flew back to the mausoleum.
It was very easy for people to associate this scene with a real battlefield. Under the bloody sun, hearing the sound of victory and returning to camp, the injured and exhausted soldiers did not even have the strength to cheer. They supported each other and slowly walked back to the camp. The injured soldiers who were powerless to walk were lifted up by their comrades using simple tree branches.
Chen Changsheng did not leave a single sword on the grassland. This seemed rather moving, but Nanke would not feel this sort of cheap hot-bloodedness in her eyes. What she saw in this scene was Chen Changsheng's strength. To be able to multitask and persist until now was rarely seen in the world. Even she admired him very much.
However, the more she admired him, the more she wanted to die.
The dark green flames in the depths of Nanke's eyes had already completely turned into a divine gold. An indescribably pure and holy Qi exuded from her petite body. At this moment, it was very difficult to feel that she was a Demon Princess, but more like the Holy Maiden of South Stream Temple.
That terrifying shadow had already completely fallen behind her.
Behind her was the Plains of the Unsetting Sun.
That shadow had once obscured half the sky. Now that it had fallen, it covered the entire grassland. The dim light from the distant setting sun fell on the shadow, but it seemed to be sucked in instantly. Without any refraction, it disappeared without a trace just like that.
At this moment, the grassland was covered in blood. The shadow rose and fell, as if it was coming to life because of the blood.
The rays of the setting sun were no longer being devoured. They mixed with the blood and became golden, which was the color of the flames in the depths of Nanke's eyes.
The edge of the shadow was plated with a golden edge, gradually forming a shape. As it slowly fluttered, the shape became clearer and clearer.
It was a pair of wings. A pair of golden wings.
This pair of golden wings was incomparably large. It was unknown how many thousands of li long they were, spanning across the world.
The Golden-winged Great Peng had finally revealed its true appearance.
With its appearance, the world changed color. The dark clouds that had just gathered again above the mausoleum instantly dispersed.
All the monsters fearfully lowered their heads, one after another descending into the blood, mud, and grass in what they believed to be the most subservient manner. The monster tide stirred up wave after wave. Even the most arrogant and tyrannical Mountain-toppling Fiend humbly knelt in the shadow of the Great Peng.
The setting sun was behind the Great Peng. Countless rays of light flowed along the edges of its wings, transforming into countless specks of light in the sky.
This scene was so beautiful that it seemed unreal. It was like a scene from a myth described in the Daoist Canon of the Orthodoxy.
In reality, in the Great Hall of Light of the Li Palace, there really was a mural. It depicted the phenomenon of the Golden-winged Great Peng being born in the clouds of light in ancient times.
From the moment the Golden-winged Great Peng was born in the world, it had practically stepped into the Divine Domain.
Whether it was myth, legend, or reality, the Golden-winged Great Peng was a divine beast on the same level as the Unicorn and the Divine Sparrow. It was only below the Dragon and Phoenix.
Chen Changsheng gazed at the Golden-winged Great Peng that covered the sky and said nothing.
From the moment he saw that shadow, he had been waiting for this moment to arrive.
However, just like death, no matter how much preparation you made, when it came, you would realize that you were still not prepared.
Right now, he felt this way.
This Golden-winged Great Peng seemed to be death.
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(I have something to do today, so there is only one chapter.)
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