The wretched howls of the monsters gradually stopped and the Plains of the Unsetting Sun regained its peace. Only the occasional clap of thunder could be heard high up in the sky. The energy contained in the thunder did not know where it should land, so it could only dissipate in the air, shaking the clouds and causing them to constantly scatter.
Chen Changsheng gripped the dagger and walked up the divine path. As his feet landed, a splash of water appeared. Countless fine sword marks appeared on the limestone ground, a sign that his sword had accidentally spilled. He looked down the divine path. Nanke had already woken up. The two maids had fainted behind her, but they were still alive.
Nanke was covered in blood as she sat in the rain. Her face was abnormally pale, especially the space between her slightly wide brows. It was so white that it seemed transparent. Her soul had merged with the Great Peng and had been heavily injured by the ten thousand swords. She could no longer stand up. She looked at Chen Changsheng with a slightly perplexed expression. She could not understand just what was going on. Why did the Sword Pool want to help this human youth? And what was up with that dragon? Why did it have the dragon might of the Golden Dragon and the Black Frost Dragon? If it was Xu Yourong, perhaps she could still accept the result of defeat, because she was a Phoenix. She had a certain advantage over the Golden-winged Great Peng, but how could Chen Changsheng? The dragon … shouldn't it be Qiushan Jun?
Her perplexity only lasted for a moment. She quickly sobered up and raised her hand with some difficulty. She used the back of her hand to wipe the blood from the corner of her lips and said expressionlessly to him, "You think you can leave the Garden of Zhou just like this? This kind of thinking is disrespectful to the mighty soul in the mausoleum. "
Chen Changsheng thought to himself, the plains have already been destroyed to this extent and the Sword Pool no longer exists, so what need is there for respect? He did not reply to this question because he was not good at conversing. Up until now, he had not used words to reply to this question twice, but had directly used his sword to reply.
"You will still die in these plains." Nanke said, "We will all die here."
Chen Changsheng did not understand why she said such a thing. Did she want to fight for some time before death arrived and hope for a miracle? Nanke saw his expression and knew that he did not understand why she said such a thing. She asked with slight mockery, "Have you never thought about why the Garden of Zhou has the Sword Pool?"
He stood on the divine path and gazed at the boundless plains. Of course, he had thought about it before. In the eyes of many people, the Sword Pool was Zhou Dufu's funerary object, a wordless stone tablet that he had erected for himself. However, after entering these plains and experiencing such a soul-stirring battle, how could they still think of this matter so simply?
Zhou Dufu had engaged in countless battles in his life. Everyone said that he was obsessed with martial arts, but he was not an idiot. If it was for the sake of pursuing the Heavenly Dao, opponents like the Demon Lord, Chen Xuanba, and the Mount Li Sword Sect Master could be ignored, but it was very obvious that many of the opponents in these battles were not qualified to be his opponents. Moreover, why did he leave his opponent's sword in this grassland after every victory? And these swords were unable to leave this grassland. What was it that was restraining them?
"You don't know anything, but you still did it, and … you actually succeeded. I really don't know if you're lucky or stupid." Nanke looked at him and said. Her expression was somewhat complicated, and it was difficult to tell if it was pity or ridicule.
Before the Demon General couple decided to die, they also had similar thoughts. They felt that Chen Chang Sheng's life was too good. However, Chen Chang Sheng was keenly aware that his life was not good, so if what Nanke said was true, then did he do all these things because he was stupid? He did not know what to say.
After entering the Garden of Zhou, Nanke had never smiled. Even in Xuelao City, she rarely smiled. However, at this moment, she happily smiled. Her smile was innocent and pure, but her eyes were very evil, just like a child who had succeeded in pulling a prank. "You've done so many things, worked so hard for so long, even burned your life to fight for a path to survival, but in the end, you'll still die. Everything has become meaningless. Don't you feel despair right now?"
Chen Chang Sheng vaguely sensed that she was speaking the truth. Something might happen next — although he did not understand what was going on, he thought it over and said, "Even if we all die in this grassland in a little while, it's still better than … us dying and you living. Since it's like this, then our efforts obviously have meaning."
His voice was rather tired and very calm, but it still made people speechless.
However, there was a voice in his heart that constantly sounded out, as if it was urging him to leave.
After experiencing this bitter attack on the mausoleum, countless monsters had died. However, to the monster tide that was like an ocean, it was still only a small portion. From this, it could be imagined what terrifying numbers and battle strength the monsters possessed, but … these monsters were not used to suppress the Sword Pool, but to guard the mausoleum.
Everything existed for a reason, and a place like the Garden of Zhou was even more so. Since the monsters were Zhou Dufu's method to prevent humans and demons from approaching his mausoleum, then why did he leave the ten thousand broken swords in the Garden of Zhou? Why did he leave the ten thousand broken swords in the Garden of Zhou, and bury them in the pool of water in the grassland? And what did he rely on to restrict the ten thousand swords in the surroundings of the mausoleum?
Chen Chang Sheng did not have an answer, and neither did Nanke.
Before entering the Garden of Zhou, her teacher Black Robe had once warned her that there was a mysterious power in the grassland that restricted the Sword Pool, and at the same time, the Sword Pool was also a restriction against that mysterious power. Only by reaching a certain balance between the two could the existence of the grassland be guaranteed, so after entering the Garden of Zhou, she could not attempt to find the Sword Pool. Even if she did find the Sword Pool, she could not do anything about it.
As a result, after entering the grassland, in order to find Zhou Dufu's mausoleum, she did not hesitate to let Chen Chang Sheng and Xu Yourong escape for such a long time, but she did not show any interest in the Sword Pool. However, the Sword Pool was still discovered. It turned out to be a sea of swords in the grassland, and then the ten thousand swords in the Sword Pool were summoned by Chen Chang Sheng. From that moment on, she knew that the balance of the Plains of the Unsetting Sun had been broken. Something big would happen in the Garden of Zhou, and it might even be destroyed. In order to prevent all of this from happening, she made a great effort, but unfortunately, she still failed in the end.
However, just what was that mysterious power?
Chen Chang Sheng looked into the depths of the grassland, but did not discover anything. He then turned around, and did not continue down the divine path. Nanke and the two maids were already crippled, so they could not stop him from leaving. The scene of the Demon General couple dying while staring at each other in the ten thousand sword glows made him feel rather tired, and he needed to make the best use of his time.
Walking to the corner next to the main entrance of the mausoleum, he extended his hand to support Xu Yourong, preparing to leave with her. However, when his hand was still several inches away from her shoulder, it suddenly froze in the chilly wind. After a while, he slowly straightened his body, turned around, and once again looked down the mausoleum.
A resentful sob resounded through the grassland, just like the leaf flute played by the elves in the past.
It was the heavily injured Earth Monkey that was crying. Amidst the filthy water, grass, and corpses of monsters, it hugged the thick leg of the Mountain-toppling Fiend and wept sorrowfully. Just what was this treacherous, cunning, and even terrifying high-level monster crying for? The battle between the ten thousand swords and the Golden-winged Great Peng had affected the surface of the grassland, and the Mountain-toppling Fiend's body had gained even more terrifying wounds. However, it was still a powerful monster ranked third on the Ranking of Earthly Beasts, so it could clearly still endure and would not die. Just what was the Earth Monkey crying for? Was it crying for its own broken leg?
Chen Changsheng did not understand, but he felt a chill in his body. This was because the Earth Monkey's sobs were very sorrowful. Those who heard them would be grieved, on the verge of tears, and would be extremely terrified. As its sobs spread, more and more monsters began to howl in pain. These low-level monsters did not know how to cry. Their howls of pain and their moist eyes were crying.
Nanke closed her eyes. She was waiting for death. She was not waiting for Chen Changsheng to kill her, but for the destruction of the Garden of Zhou.
Chen Changsheng silently gazed at the grassland. At this moment, the sky had already recovered its clarity. Dawn was approaching, and the blue color had reappeared. The thunder had already gradually faded, and everything was peaceful.
Only the sorrowful cries of the monsters constantly reminded him that destruction was imminent, and that everything was too late.
There was nothing strange about the grassland, but in his eyes, it seemed to have lightened slightly. Indistinctly, some sort of change that he could not understand was occurring.
It was a sort of feeling, or perhaps it was because all the swords in the grassland had already been taken away by him.
The grassland was lightening, the sky was turning blue, and the light was turning clear.
A clear light appeared from a certain place in front of the mausoleum. It traversed a distance of countless li from the ground, and landed in the blue sky.
It was completely silent, as if nothing had happened. It was like a drop of ink falling into a bowl of clear water.
The drop of ink into the clear water seemed gentle, but in reality, in the next moment, that clear water would completely turn black.
The blue sky suddenly lightened, or perhaps it could be said that it had become clear.
With the passage of time, the color of the sky grew fainter and fainter. In reality, faintness was transparent, and it was bright.
In the place where the clear light had disappeared, a piece of the bright and transparent sky suddenly floated down.
That was a piece of real sky.
The fragment of the sky slowly floated down to the ground.
Chen Changsheng stared at the fragment of the sky, and his face became paler and paler.
All the monsters raised their heads and gazed at the fragment of the sky. They stopped their sorrowful cries, and became deathly silent.
The speed at which the fragment of the sky floated down was very slow, just like real fallen leaves. It seemed like it could be dodged, but the sea of monsters on the surface of the grassland did not have any intention of dodging.
This was the Garden of Zhou, their entire world. Now, the entire world was about to be destroyed, so where could they possibly hide?
The grassland around the mausoleum was quiet. Only the Earth Monkey continued to weep sorrowfully.
No matter how the Mountain-toppling Fiend gently stroked its head, it was unable to make it stop its sorrowful cries.
It and its companions had lived in this vast grassland for countless years. Now, this grassland was finally about to be destroyed. It and its companions had guarded this mausoleum for several hundred years, but they were still unable to defend it. How could they not be angry, how could they not be afraid, how could they not despair, how could they not be in pain?
The Earth Monkey's sorrowful cries echoed through the deathly silent grassland, rising and falling along with the floating fragment of space. It was like a song of endless sorrow.
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(Yesterday was the wedding day of the nine classmates of my book friend. I would like to express my warm congratulations. I hope that all of Guangdong will run out of washboards. I will try to finish the next chapter before ten. Also, this chapter has nothing to do with Chairman Zhou's marriage. I am very happy for it.)
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