A delicate hand reached over and gently stroked the head of the pheasant. The pheasant was somewhat dissatisfied, but it did not dare to express any dissatisfaction. It obediently and obediently straightened its neck, allowing the hand to stroke it. It looked like a quail.
It was Xu Yourong's hand — the pheasant knew very well what kind of blood flowed within this girl's body. It disliked it very much, but it had to admit that it was its nemesis.
Chen Changsheng's hand also reached over, as if he also wanted to stroke it. The pheasant also knew very well how powerful this youngster was. Most importantly, he was the master of the Yellow Paper Umbrella. If it wanted to survive in these terrifying energy storms, it could not offend him. Let alone a few strokes, even if he wanted it to dance a hair-removal dance, it would still have to endure. But … for some reason, the pheasant extended its sharp beak like lightning and fiercely pecked down on the back of Chen Changsheng's hand.
A clear sound, like the striking of gold and jade, rang out.
The pheasant was stunned. It did not understand why it would do such a crazy thing. Chen Changsheng was also stunned. Then he remembered that although the wounds on his body had basically healed and the smell of the blood that flowed out had already become extremely faint, for this kind of creature, it was still an irresistible temptation.
"Although it is said that a Great Peng in distress is not as good as a pheasant, it is still a Great Peng and has its own pride," Xu Yourong said while looking at him. This was not the original saying. The original saying was that a Phoenix in distress was not as good as a pheasant, but she would definitely not say it like that.
Just as she said, this mixed bird that looked like a pheasant was the Golden-winged Great Peng that had previously covered the entire sky, but now it had long since lost its former might. The moment he entered the Yellow Paper Umbrella, Chen Changsheng knew that it was the Golden-winged Great Peng. Because of its Qi, because of the berserk divine fire in the depths of its eyes, no matter how well it disguised itself, being able to pass through the storm of energy and the hurricane, and knowing that only the Yellow Paper Umbrella could protect it, it was definitely the Great Peng.
The original body of the Golden-winged Great Peng had long since died or left with Zhou Dufu. Only a few days ago, when Nanke returned to the Garden of Zhou with the Soul Wood, did its soul, which had always slumbered in the shadows of the grassland, awaken and be reborn. The current Golden-winged Great Peng was still a fledgling, and did not have the strength and cultivation it had when it was at its peak. It was no wonder that it could only transform into a shadow in the sky. Only when Nanke fused her soul and the energy of the Soul Wood with the Great Peng did it recover the majority of its divine might.
Chen Chang Sheng didn't try to touch the young Roc again. The young Peng gradually calmed down, and was no longer as nervous and vigilant as before. The berserk intent in the two wisps of divine flames in its eyes receded, and was replaced by a very complicated emotion.
Chen Changsheng understood what it wanted to express, and could not help but stare blankly. The information that the young Peng wanted to convey was all in its eyes. It was beseeching, requesting, begging, sorrow, sadness, gloom, and despair — the countless monsters in the Garden of Zhou were all its companions and subordinates. These monsters had lived in the grassland for several hundred years, isolated from the rest of the world, and not contending with people. This grassland was their home, and now their home was about to be destroyed.
Chen Changsheng said in his heart, I don't need you to ask me anything. I will do my best to preserve this world. The young Peng seemed to have heard his thoughts, and became even quieter, appearing extremely obedient. However, what was interesting was that it still did not want to approach him. On the contrary, it would rather move a few steps towards Xu Yourong, who it should have feared and loathed, and obediently leaned into her embrace.
Chen Changsheng had always been paying attention to the sandstorm around the mausoleum from the corner of his eye. As he conversed with Xu Yourong and mentally communicated with the Great Peng, he had always been silently making calculations in his heart. According to what Xu Yourong had said before, the connection between the ten Heavenly Tome Monoliths in the surroundings of the mausoleum was a change in some formation. Now that the Sword Pool had appeared, the balance of the formation had been broken, and there was no way to restore it, unless he could find the Sword Pool to replace the vanished emptiness.
Yes, in this formation, the Sword Pool was only a replacement. What did the Sword Pool replace? Xu Yourong had said that Zhou Dufu had taken twelve Heavenly Tome Monoliths from the Mausoleum of Books. There were only ten stone pillars here, so where were the other two Heavenly Tome Monoliths?
At the very beginning, Chen Changsheng always felt that he had forgotten something. It was the emptiness in his memories when he was viewing the monoliths and comprehending the Dao in the Mausoleum of Books. Afterwards, he vaguely remembered something, and a conjecture uncontrollably appeared in his heart.
In order to prove his conjecture, he had always been observing the surroundings of the mausoleum, looking for evidence that could prove his conjecture. He had to obtain sufficient confirmation before he would act on his conjecture, because that would be an extremely risky move. A person only had one life, so he only had one last chance.
The sandstorm filled the sky, and the ground around the mausoleum would occasionally accumulate sand dunes like small mountains. Sometimes, even the hard limestone ground would be lifted up. The place he had always been observing was also the place that Xu Yourong had calculated. The place that was once covered by white grass, and was now covered by sand and monster corpses, finally revealed its true appearance from several hundred years ago.
There was a broken stone wall there. It looked like a base, a base of a monolith.
There should be a Heavenly Tome Monolith here — Chen Changsheng had confirmed this fact. With a slight movement of his spiritual sense, he took out an item and held it in his hand. Afterwards, he looked at the young peng. The young peng instinctively felt uneasy. It wanted to look in another direction, and did not want to meet his gaze. However, it discovered that because it was too nervous, its neck had actually stiffened.
The man and the peng looked at each other, and the atmosphere was somewhat strange. The young peng thought in its heart, why me? Chen Changsheng said in his heart, because you are the outstanding Golden-winged Great Peng. Only you can withstand the devastation of the energy storm, at least for a period of time. The young peng thought resentfully, why don't you go? Chen Changsheng tightened his grip on the handle of the umbrella, and said in his heart, even if I gamble correctly, the Garden of Zhou will still be destroyed. I have even more important things to do. The young peng's consciousness fell silent, and accepted his words.
Chen Changsheng opened his palm, and in the center of his palm was a black stone.
This black stone was about half a finger long, and its shape was slender. It was completely black, and the surface of the stone seemed to be covered with a faint layer of mist. It was like a night sky without stars, but with starlight. It caused people to become intoxicated by it, wanting to sink into it. It was clearly not an ordinary object. This was the black stone that he had found behind Wang Zhice's portrait in the Pavilion of Ascending Mist.
Seeing this black stone, a hint of fear flashed through the young peng's eyes. After a while, it calmed down a little, and opened its beak to pick up the black stone.
Chen Changsheng turned the Yellow Paper Umbrella to the side, leaving a path for the young peng to leave.
When he was doing these things, he had always used his body to block Xu Yourong's line of sight. It was not because he did not want her to discover his secret, but it was not because she wanted to stop him from doing what he was about to do.
The wind rose, and the young peng turned into a black shadow. It flew out of the Yellow Paper Umbrella, and passed through the fierce winds and those terrifying cracks in space in the mausoleum. Following the guidance of Chen Changsheng's line of sight, it flew through the sky full of sand to the very inconspicuous base of the monolith. It released its beak, and after a while … the black stone accurately landed on the base of the monolith.
It was as if the starry sky had arrived in the Garden of Zhou that never had a starry sky.
It was very dark, but also very peaceful.
A powerful and peaceful Qi emerged from the base of the monolith.
In the next moment, a black Heavenly Tome Monolith appeared on the base of the monolith.
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