The might of a divine beast on the level of the Golden-winged Great Peng was enough to shake the heavens and move the earth. In the period of time that had already passed, as long as it was willing, it could casually flap its wings. Without the ten thousand swords accompanying him, Chen Changsheng would not be able to block it at all. He would definitely die. However, for some reason, it had always turned into a shadow and quietly floated in the sky. It never attacked the mausoleum. Only now, when Nanke used some secret technique to send her spiritual sense into the shadow, did the scene before their eyes appear.
Perhaps it was as Xu Yourong and Chen Changsheng had deduced. Nanke, who only had the Soul Wood but not the Soul Pivot, could not completely control the monsters in the grassland. At the very least, it was not enough to control a divine beast like the Golden-winged Great Peng. As a result, Nanke needed such a long time to invite the Great Peng to appear.
How could he deal with this terrifying divine beast? With Chen Changsheng's cultivation at the upper level of Ethereal Opening, if he wanted to do this by himself, it would be no different from a myth. The Black Dragon was still sleeping in the lake outside his Ethereal Palace. Even if it woke up now, it would only be a spiritual soul of the Black Dragon in the Garden of Zhou. It would not be able to deal with a real Golden-winged Great Peng.
Even with the help of the ten thousand broken swords, he could not see any possibility. After all, he was not as strong as the masters of the swords. At this moment, the pressure of the Golden-winged Great Peng fell on the mausoleum along with the rays of light. The ten thousand swords were silent. Although they did not feel fear, this silence clearly indicated that they were not the opponent of the Golden-winged Great Peng.
Only the Mountain Sea Sword, the temple sword, and a dozen or so other swords that had appeared first had their tips slightly raised. They were silent and fierce, as if they were prepared to attack at any moment. Out of the ten thousand swords, these swords were the strongest and the proudest. One of the swords even began to vibrate at high speeds, constantly humming.
The sword trembled slightly, not out of fear, but out of excitement.
Seeing the terrifying Golden-winged Great Peng float towards the mausoleum with the ten thousand rays of light, this sword … was very excited, impatient to fight it.
Chen Changsheng had noticed this sword before.
This was because this sword flew the highest and proudest of the ten thousand swords. Even when facing the sword intent of the Yellow Paper Umbrella, it did not have the slightest intention of retreating. At the same time, it was also the brightest, reflecting the rays of light from the edge of the plain. It was like the brightest star in the night sky, and it had the air of a noble.
Seeing this sword, Chen Changsheng could very easily associate it with the scene of Luoluo standing in front of the Great Peng of the Great Peng of the night. This pride was not shown on the outside. The nobility came from the bloodline. even if the opponent was the Golden-winged Great Peng of the Great Peng, how could it of fear?
The sword of the mausoleum of of the sky of the Peng. Chen Changsheng extended his hand towards the sky. Through the sword intent of the Yellow Paper Umbrella, he conveyed his thoughts. Afterwards, he returned the sword intent that he had scattered back into the Yellow Paper Umbrella, returning freedom to the sword itself.
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Holding the hilt of the sword, Chen Chang Sheng remembered the history of this sword. When he looked at the Golden Roc in the dazzling light, his eyes became more determined.
This sword was called the Dragoncry Sword, and it was extremely powerful. Previously, in his hands, it had heavily wounded Teng Xiaoming in one move.
But more importantly, this Dragoncry Sword once belonged to a prince of the Zhou Dynasty.
This prince was called Chen Xuanba, the youngest brother of Emperor Taizong. He had been endowed with extraordinary talent ever since he was a child. At a very young age, he had already cultivated to the peak of Star Condensation. Even in that great era of blooming wildflowers and the birth of geniuses, he could still be considered a peerless genius, because the blood of the True Dragon flowed through his body.
In other words, he was the Qiushan Jun of that era.
Chen Xuanba had died when he was very young.
When he died, the army from Tianliang County had just conquered the capital. The dynasty had not yet changed its name, and the Zhou Dynasty had not yet been officially founded. His title of prince was conferred posthumously, but no one had ever questioned it. It had nothing to do with his surname, but rather because the entire continent was clear of the role he had played when the army of Tianliang County swept through the continent.
In the past thousand years of the imperial family of the Great Zhou, this valiant youth who had died early was publicly acknowledged as the strongest. Although he had never fought with his second brother, Emperor Taizong, until his death, no one dared to question this, because he had fought with Zhou Dufu in the Garden of Zhou for a day and a night before dying from exhaustion.
Now, because of some complicated reasons, there were very few people who still remembered Chen Xuanba's once incomparably tyrannical name. There were also very few records of him in the official history of the dynasty. However, those who still remembered the history of the past, every time they thought of Chen Xuanba's name and the Dragoncry Sword that had once been at his waist, they would feel many complex emotions and sorrow.
Because Chen Xuanba had died early, he had not participated in the bloody battle between Emperor Taizong and his brothers over the imperial throne. To that valiant youth who had died early, this could be considered a sort of happiness, but to the Chen Imperial clan, it was a great misfortune. This was because if he had still been alive, under the suppression of his powerful martial strength, this battle would not have happened at all. Even if the conflict still existed, perhaps it would not have been so bitter and bloody, ultimately leading to the death of several hundred members of the imperial clan and the capital flowing with rivers of blood.
Of course, there was an even more widespread theory. If Chen Xuanba had been able to live to the end, it would have been impossible for Emperor Taizong to ascend to the imperial throne — the records of Tianliang County and the annals of history that had been slowly destroyed clearly stated that Chen Xuanba had clearly been much closer to his elder brother, His Highness Prince Jian. If he had also participated in the battle for the imperial throne, how could Emperor Taizong, draped in his pajamas, have been able to avoid that ambush in the Hundred Herb Garden?
Thus, a heart-chilling conspiracy theory appeared.
Seeing that the army of Tianliang County was about to capture the capital, that the Great Zhou was about to be founded, and that he was about to become a high and lofty prince with an incomparably brilliant future, why did Chen Xuanba take the initiative to enter the Garden of Zhou and challenge Zhou Dufu? Yes, in the few existing records, all those who had been involved had written very clearly that this battle between peerless experts had been proposed by Chen Xuanba. Why? According to the annals of the imperial clan, it was precisely because Chen Xuanba saw that the Great Zhou was about to be founded and that he no longer had to shoulder the heavy responsibility of his clan that he began to pursue the Heavenly Dao. However, this kind of explanation lacked some persuasiveness. Most importantly, he was about to be defeated, so why would he die? Even if Zhou Dufu did not care about the fury of the Great Zhou imperial clan, did he not care about Emperor Taizong's feelings? It must be known that Emperor Taizong was Chen Xuanba's second brother, and also Zhou Dufu's sworn brother!
The past history could no longer be sorted out. Chen Xuanba had died, Emperor Taizong had also died. Looking at this mausoleum now, it could basically be confirmed that Zhou Dufu had also died. Heroic figures would always be battered by the wind and rain. Only the Dragoncry Sword was left in the Garden of Zhou to recollect its former glory, still as proud as it was in the past.
A young imperial clan, a peerless god of war, the bloodline of the true dragon — this was Chen Xuanba.
The Dragoncry Sword he used was naturally incomparably noble and full of pride. How could it be afraid of the Great Peng?
Chen Changsheng looked at the Dragoncry Sword and felt the pride that remained in the sword. For some reason, he felt an indescribable closeness.
This closeness was hard to explain. It was incomparably strong, and it actually caused his mind to surge, making it difficult for him to control himself.
His hand began to tremble, and thus, the sword also began to tremble.
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(In the past two days, there have been too many matters at home, so there will be fewer updates. It will be better the day after tomorrow. Regarding today's chapter, 'The Brightest Star in the Night Sky', it is obviously talking about Chen Xuanba, the once valiant youth. It is very much in line with my sense of beauty. Moreover, for the story of Choosing Heaven, these two thousand words today are extremely important. It is not the main topic, but the antecedent.)
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