Burn.
Chen Changsheng said to himself very calmly.
As these three words rang out in his heart, the plains that bore the radiance of the stars and snowflakes began to burn violently. The intensity of the fire was countless times greater than before. In just an instant, the snowflakes had been completely burned away. At the same time, the surface of the clear lake surrounding the Spirit Mountain also began to give birth to a deep blue flame. It was extremely beautiful.
The snowflakes melted into clear water, turned into clouds, or condensed into water again, or spread out in the form of clouds. These were all true essence, violently and violently wreaking havoc in his body, forcefully opening his blocked meridians. The dried up riverbed, regardless of whether it was the stone forest or the bottomless abyss in front of him, he continued to resolutely advance.
The violent true essence ignited his blood, burning away his internal organs and meridians, bringing him unimaginable pain. It caused his face to become extremely pale, but it also caused his eyes to grow brighter and brighter.
Chen Changsheng raised his cultivation level to the peak without the slightest scruple, standing on the threshold between life and death. He was fighting with his own life. Only by doing so could he provide the dagger in his hand with enough true essence and awaken its soul.
In the sky in front of the mausoleum, the huge Golden-winged Great Peng indifferently looked down at him. Strong winds and white streams of air mixed into the light at the edges of its wings, making it seem abnormally magnificent. The divine flames in its eyes became even more awe-inspiring, and there was even a faint hint of admiration.
Chen Changsheng's body that had been bathed in dragon blood possessed an almost perfect defensive ability. However, as the snowy plains burst into flames, even the lake water began to burn, an unimaginable amount of true essence exploded in his body. His body finally could not endure it any longer, and began to crack.
The first to crack was the corner of his eyes, followed by his eardrums. Several streams of blood flowed out from his five senses, and soon after, the skin on his face also began to crack. Streams of blood flowed out, and the scene was abnormally terrifying. Within the cracks of blood, one could see flesh and bones, as well as flames that were faintly discernible like stars. Blood flowed on his face, on his hands, wetting his clothes and the hilt of his sword. It landed on the ground of the stone platform, and then continued to burn.
An indescribable fragrance spread out from his blood into the surroundings of the mausoleum. As the blood burned, the fragrance became countless times thicker, spreading even further, until it reached the edge of the plains.
The ones most sensitive to this fragrance were naturally the demonic beasts. The black sea around the mausoleum began to surge again. The monsters that were suppressed by the might of the Golden-winged Great Peng and did not dare to raise their heads could not endure the allure that seemed to come from the deepest part of their lives that came from the fragrance of blood. One by one, they raised their heads to look at the top of the mausoleum and gasped for breath. Their saliva dripped from their mouths, and their eyes were scarlet red, excited and greedy.
The Golden-Winged Roc also smelled the scent of blood. In the shadows that covered the sky, its eyes were like two flickering divine fires. At this moment, the two divine fires burned violently with a boom. The indifferent divine aura finally had some kind of emotion.
That emotion was admiration, yearning, longing, and … desire for life.
This was the emotion that Chen Changsheng feared the most. It was the thing that he had once feared the most, but now he was not afraid, because life and death were separated by a thin line. His feet had already stepped on the doorstep. If he had to burn himself to awaken this soul, why did he need to care about those gazes?
The shadow of the Golden-winged Great Peng fell on the mausoleum. It unfurled its wings, and covered the plains with a circumference of several thousand li. Regardless of whether it was the sky or the earth, they all became gloomy. All of the light in the mausoleum was blocked, and the darkness was like a true night that the plains had never seen before. The ten thousand swords trembled slightly, almost unable to endure it. Some swords gradually floated down like fallen leaves.
An absolutely supreme pressure mixed with the most perverse and true greed and desire, as if it had become something tangible, fell on Chen Changsheng who was in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum.
In an instant, the blood that flowed on his body congealed, and the burning flames extinguished. The black hair that was tightly bound behind him loosened, and then from the ends of his hair, it began to wither and turn yellow, gradually turning into ash and rustling down.
Wake up.
He thought to himself as he looked at the dagger in his hand.
Wake up.
He silently said to his heart.
What was his heart? It was the Ethereal Palace. Where was his Ethereal Palace? On the Ling Tai Mountain. Chen Changsheng's Ethereal Palace had long since opened the Gate of Chen Changsheng's Ethereal Palace. There was not a single fallen leaf on the Ling Tai Mountain. It was enveloped by the lake water that seemed both real and illusory, and the mountain was in the lake.
The lake water that floated in the sky was very clear, and extremely transparent. Its surface burned with blue flames, and in the deepest part of the lake, the spiritual soul of the Black Dragon floated quietly. Following Chen Changsheng's call, an extremely light tremble spread from the Ethereal Palace to the mountain path of the Ling Tai Mountain, and then to the lake. The lake water began to ripple gently, gently washing over the Black Dragon's body. It was like a gentle caress, just like how her father would wake her up every morning before he left home.
The Black Dragon slowly opened her eyes, and a sliver of confusion appeared in her vertical pupils. She looked at the ice in the lake water around her, and only after a while did she remember what had happened before she fell asleep. Afterwards, she felt the tremble from the Ethereal Palace in the depths of the lake water, and heard Chen Changsheng's voice. She only needed an instant to understand what was happening outside, and even saw the Golden-winged Great Peng in the sky.
A cold aura emitted from her pupils. It was pride and disdain. Although she was only a spiritual soul at the moment, she was still unable to endure the Golden-winged Great Peng's challenge to her. The pride and disdain turned into a violent rage.
A clear and angry dragon's roar resounded from the depths of the lake water. It did not travel far, but it incessantly roiled the lake water, and the surface of the lake burned even more violently. With a loud boom, the Black Dragon broke through the lake water, left the Ethereal Palace, and flew over the plains where the snow had already been burned away. It followed the True Essence river formed from mist and clear water, flew over the riverbed that was no longer dry, flew over the broken streams and the deep abyss, and followed Chen Changsheng's consciousness into his arm. Then, it left and entered a new world.
The Black Dragon's spiritual soul entered the dagger. To her, this was a completely unfamiliar world, filled with golden rays of light. What made her feel the most inexplicable familiarity was that in this world, she felt two extremely familiar Qis. These two Qis were so powerful that they made her feel somewhat uneasy, but she could not bring herself to oppose them, because these two Qis belonged to her elders.
No one knew, not even Chen Changsheng himself, how intimately connected this dagger was to the Dragon race.
In Xining Village's old temple, Yu Ren had gifted this dagger to him. He had used this dagger to participate in many battles, and the sharpness of this dagger had already shocked the world many times. However, in reality, this dagger's true power had never been displayed.
This was because his cultivation level was too ordinary, and he was unable to cultivate a sword intent that was worthy of this dagger. It was also because after this dagger had been successfully forged fifteen years ago, it had always been in a state of unwillingness, unwilling to wake up.
Only now, when the dragon's soul entered the dagger and met with the sword intent of the Dragoncry Sword, did the dagger finally wake up.
It truly woke up.
Chen Changsheng did not know what had happened to the dagger, but he knew that the dagger had already woken up.
The dagger's soul had awakened.
He raised his head to look at the Golden-winged Great Peng above the mausoleum. His expression was calm, his eyes were bright, and filled with battle intent. The ten thousand swords around the mausoleum followed his gaze and slowly adjusted their direction, pointing towards the Great Peng. They were about to set off.
Go, he said to the dagger in his heart, but he did not know that these two words had come out of his mouth.
"Go!"
He threw the dagger in his hand towards the sky!
The dagger turned into a streak of golden light, leaving the stone platform in front of the mausoleum's main entrance, and quickly flying towards the Golden-winged Great Peng! The world trembled, and ten thousand streaks of golden light appeared in front of the mausoleum. The ten thousand swords cried out in unison, giving off either clear or hoarse sounds!
The ten thousand swords whizzed through the air, following the dagger! Let out a great light!
The Yellow Paper Umbrella gently swayed in his left hand, as if it was cheering, as if it was a blessing.
The dagger drew a straight line in the gloomy sky.
The ten thousand swords followed closely behind it, forming a thin belt about ten li long!
The ten thousand swords arrived high in the sky. The rays of light that flowed out from the wings of the Golden-winged Great Peng fell on their bodies.
The ten thousand swords reflected the rays of light, and constantly flickered with light, as if they were scales.
The ten thousand swords were like ten thousand scales, linked together in the sky. At the very front of them was the dagger.
The dagger emitted an unimaginable pressure and light.
Vaguely, in that holy light, there seemed to be a golden dragon head.
It was the head of a huge golden dragon. The dragon's whiskers danced, and it cut through the sky.
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(I do not know when the next chapter will be updated, but it will definitely be. I will update it as soon as possible.)
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