Before the opening of the Garden of Zhou, before the rainbow had appeared, Mount Li had already entered a state of complete vigilance. Xiao Songgong and the three Discipline Hall elders sat on different parts of the mountain path. Mount Li's Myriad Sword Array was hidden in the depths of the sea of clouds, ready to kill any invading enemies at any time. However, it was not completely foolproof. Only when the Mount Li Sect Master used his true sword did the rainbow stabilize. At the same time, the strange Qi within the rainbow was completely expelled. Regretfully, it was too late to stop the demons from closing the gate to the Garden of Zhou.
If they wanted to reopen the gate to the Garden of Zhou and let out the several hundred human cultivators that had entered, other than the formations laid down by the experts of Hanqiu City, the most important thing was still the rainbow that rose from Mount Li. After all, the key was here. In the past period of time, Mount Li had been silent. Everyone had been paying attention to the activity at the summit. Now that the Sect Master had finally walked out of the cave, the people who had been waiting bitterly rushed forward and bowed. Xiao Songgong solemnly asked, "Senior, how is the situation?"
The Mount Li Sect Master gazed at the night sky to the east, at the still bright star. "At dawn, the Garden of Zhou can be reopened."
Hearing this, Xiao Songgong breathed a sigh of relief. However, he discovered that the Sect Master's expression was still grim. In particular, the calm lake of sword intent in his eyes was faintly moving. He could not help but feel extremely uneasy. He asked, "Could it be that there are other changes?"
The Mount Li Sect Master withdrew his gaze from the east and followed the rainbow to the north, where Hanqiu City was located. He said, "Something major is currently taking place in the Garden of Zhou, and there are already signs of collapse. I don't know if the people inside will be able to last until morning."
The Mount Li Sword Sect disciples present were shocked, but they did not dare to make a racket. After a while, an elder of the Discipline Hall worriedly asked, "Is there any other way?"
The Mount Li Sect Master did not speak, but everyone naturally understood what he meant. A disciple asked, "How is Eldest Brother doing?"
With his question, many of the Mount Li disciples turned their gazes to the tightly shut door of the dwelling. To the disciples of the younger generation of Mount Li, it seemed that nothing could stump their Eldest Brother. Although they clearly knew that their Senior Brother's cultivation could not compare to their martial uncles, they still subconsciously placed their hopes on him.
The Mount Li Sect Master looked at the disciples and said, "In order to reopen the gate to the Garden of Zhou as quickly as possible, your Eldest Brother has practically burned all of the true dragon's blood in his body, and he still wants it to be even faster? Could it that you want him to cripple his cultivation? Or do you want him to die under this rainbow? "
The disciples were shocked again and did not dare to say anything more.
Right at this moment, a voice sounded out from the cave, "Master, disciple … still wants to try again."
This voice was so tired and weak, but it was still as clear and pleasant as usual. The emotions in the voice were still so calm, calm, confident, and determined. More importantly, this voice was still the same as before. No matter what situation it encountered, it would not be depressed, and it had a free and easy feeling.
Hearing this voice, for some reason, the disciples felt somewhat at ease, just like they usually did.
The Mount Li Sect Master looked at the dwelling and sternly said, "If you try again, only death awaits you."
The voice disappeared for a while, then resounded once more. It was still calm and incomparably firm. "Junior Sister is still in the Garden of Zhou."
This was the reason, this was the truth, this was the reason that everyone in the world knew and was willing to believe in. The Mount Li Sect Master could hear that in the seemingly calm voice of his most beloved eldest disciple, for the first time, there was genuine anxiety. How could he have the heart to stop him?
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In the depths of the Plains of the Unsetting Sun that was filled with energy storms, the mausoleum was surrounded by violent hurricanes. The pools of water on the plains had long been completely evaporated, and the wet mud had also become dry gravel. As the wind wildly danced between the heaven and earth, sand and dust floated in from the edge of the Yellow Paper Umbrella, dimming the light.
Xu Yourong leaned on Chen Changsheng's shoulder and softly said, "Will we die?"
She, who had just been pulled back from the brink of death not long ago, was currently extremely weak, both physically and mentally. Chen Changsheng's gaze passed over the edge of the Yellow Paper Umbrella and stared at the ten stone pillars in the surroundings of the mausoleum. He thought of the results of her calculations from before, and was currently making some sort of comparison. Suddenly, he heard her words, thought about it, and said, "Perhaps … but I won't let you die."
Xu Yourong softly said, "Before, if you had not given me your blood, I would already be dead. But actually, at that time, I was not afraid of death, but now I am afraid. I don't know why."
Chen Changsheng looked into her eyes and said, "Perhaps … it's because you have a reason to live?"
Xu Yourong thought about it and said, "Perhaps."
Chen Changsheng smiled from the bottom of his heart and said, "I'm very happy."
Xu Yourong looked at him and smiled, "I'm also very happy, but the more it's like this, the more I don't want to die."
Chen Changsheng seriously said, "Yes, so I'm thinking about how to continue living."
Xu Yourong teased, "Are you very good at thinking of ways?"
"No, but something like how to continue living … I've thought about it quite a lot."
After saying that, he continued to observe the sandstorm around the mausoleum, as well as the scene in the sandstorm, especially the area that was previously covered by white grass, but was now covered by gravel and the corpses of monsters. Many monsters had already died, and even more monsters were fighting against the sandstorm. Or perhaps it could be said that they were swept up by the sandstorm and flew everywhere. Death would come sooner or later. Other than the Yellow Paper Umbrella in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum, there was no other place that could give shelter to these once powerful and ruthless life forms.
Just at this moment, a black shadow passed through the violent turbulence of energy and the whistling sandstorm, and arrived in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum like lightning. Through the extremely small crack at the edge of the Yellow Paper Umbrella, it entered the umbrella, and heavily fell on the thick and heavy stone door of the mausoleum. The stone door gave off a muffled sound from the collision, and several cracks appeared on it.
To be able to avoid the energy storm released by the Heavenly Tome Monoliths, to be able to ignore the sandstorm that filled the sky, and to almost knock over the main entrance of the mausoleum … was a bird. This bird was covered in messy feathers, and did not look beautiful at all. Its right claw was already crippled, and its body was covered in bloodstains. It looked just like a pheasant that had just escaped from a hunter's arrow.
This pheasant slid down from the center of the crack in the stone door, and landed on the ground. It used one leg to stand up with difficulty, twisted its neck, and flapped its wings. It seemed to be somewhat satisfied, and then looked at the sandstorm that filled the sky at the edge of the Yellow Paper Umbrella, and let out a few angry cries. The space under the Yellow Paper Umbrella was very small. The sand that the pheasant had flapped out all landed on Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong's faces, and the two of them could not help but cough.
Hearing the coughs, the pheasant seemed to have thought of something. Its pair of bewitching, golden eyes rolled around twice, and then it instantly became abnormally quiet. It did not even glance at Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong, and quietly retreated backwards, as if it wanted to avoid their line of sight. The problem was, the area under the umbrella was only so big, so where could it hide to?
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(It's not Nanke, not the Vermillion Bird. It's definitely different from Fatty Yi. Next chapter, before seven o 'clock. Today's update will have fewer words.)
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