"Why?" Xu Yourong's face was rather pale.
"The gate to the Garden of Zhou is about to open." Chen Changsheng glanced at the young peng, but he was talking about something else.
The reopening of the Garden of Zhou was obviously a good thing, but there was no joy in his voice, because the collapse was still continuing. He had followed Xu Yourong's method and turned the black stone into Heavenly Tome Monoliths, preventing the arrival of destruction, but it was not enough — the snow mountain had already begun to collapse. The initial tremendous power of the world had calmed down again, but who could stop the snow that was gradually falling and getting heavier?
A storm of energy arrived in front of the mausoleum, accompanied by a dozen or so terrifying tearing sounds. The mausoleum began to violently shake, and a few huge rocks in the southwest corner collapsed. The azure sky had become gloomy because of the rupture, and there were still many fragments of the sky dancing in the fierce wind. It was unknown when they would fall onto the surface of the grassland. In the distant Garden of Zhou, there were countless flowing flames. Black smoke and flames were everywhere, and monsters were fleeing in panic. One could faintly hear many miserable howls and sorrowful sounds. This world was being destroyed.
Xu Yourong stared into his eyes — she did not have the strength to raise her hand and grab his collar, but that was what she meant — she had indeed said before that even if the Heavenly Tome Monoliths were restored to balance, it would be useless. The Garden of Zhou had already entered the process of destruction, but if the gate to the Garden of Zhou was really about to open, then why did they not leave together? Why did she have to leave first?
"The sky is about to collapse." He looked into her eyes and said very seriously.
"And then?" She looked into his eyes and asked very seriously.
"If no one holds it, then no one will be able to leave in time."
Chen Changsheng raised the Yellow Paper Umbrella and stood up. He turned around and said to her, "I have to stay and think of a way to hold on a little longer."
Xu Yourong's slightly trembling voice was like the lake water startled by the rain, "You? What … to do? "
How will you get it? What will you do? He did not know which meaning she was leaning towards with her words.
Chen Changsheng looked at her and said very honestly, "I'll see what I can do."
The Heavenly Tome Monoliths returned to the Garden of Zhou and the formation stabilized once more, buying the most precious period of time for the people in the Garden of Zhou. The gate to the Garden of Zhou was currently opening, but with the current speed, it was extremely likely that they would not make it in time. If the people outside could not open the Garden of Zhou in time and the sky fell, then the monsters that lived here and the several hundred human cultivators that entered the Garden of Zhou would all die to the sky full of fire.
The Garden of Zhou would be destroyed, and so many lives might die. The most direct reason was because of him was because he had to take care of all the swords. He did not care about how they saved each other and they had to go to the depths of the plains. He did not care about the Sword intent or the sword. He did not care about the sword and the Zhou. to the Zhou Zhou. To Zhou, Li, and he, and he.
He once more, to of the sword Li. He, but he, he, he, and, and, he, and, and, and to, and, he to, and to., he, he., he. The Peng. and he., and he. The Chen of Garden. The Peng to, and, and Chen., he. he. Zhou., he., and. and, Chen.
The only thing he could do now was to slow down the rate at which the Garden of Zhou was being destroyed, so that the people in the Garden of Zhou would have time to leave. It was also to comply with the young peng's request, to fight for a chance for the countless monsters living in the plains to survive. As a result, he had to stay and hope that he could hold on a little longer, to fight for a little more time.
But … why was that? Xu Yourong did not even have the time to ask this question. Her shoulders were grabbed by the young peng, and she was lifted into the sky outside the mausoleum.
The roc said that it could only carry one person. Chen Chang Sheng didn't have time to give a final explanation. He watched as the young Peng carried her and flew into the distance.
Fierce gales danced around the mausoleum. Xu Yourong was extremely weak, and could not do anything at all. She could only stare blankly at him standing on the mausoleum. She looked at him very seriously, as if she wanted to imprint his face in her mind. Seeing the figure on the mausoleum grow smaller and smaller, she yelled, "Xu Sheng, you idiot!"
The wind was truly very strong. By the time her voice reached the mausoleum, it was already very soft. However, Chen Changsheng heard it and shouted a few words to her. It was just that the wind was truly very strong, so she did not hear it.
"My name is not Xu Sheng, my name is Chen Chang Sheng."
After saying that, he turned around and ran towards the top of the mausoleum. The mausoleum was very large. From the main gate at the end of the divine path to the highest point, there was a distance of several thousand zhang. Moreover, the rock that formed the mausoleum was very large, so it was extremely difficult to climb. Fortunately, he possessed strength and speed that normal people could not hope to reach. In a short amount of time, he arrived at the highest point of the mausoleum.
He stood on the rock at the top of the mausoleum, and looked at the fire that constantly fell from the distance. He looked at the black smoke and the burning garden, and he looked at the sky that seemed to shatter in front of him and the firmament that was about to collapse. He tightly grasped the sword in his hand — it really was going to collapse.
Luoluo had once said something to him filled with emotion.
That sentence was said to her by the White Emperor, "If the sky collapses, there will be someone tall to hold it up for you."
Right now, he was at the highest point of the mausoleum, which was also the highest point of the Garden of Zhou. It was even higher than the peak of Sunset Valley. It was closest to the sky, furthest from the ground, and could see the furthest. As a result, he was currently the tallest person in the Garden of Zhou.
If the sky collapsed, it should obviously be him who would hold it up. This had nothing to do with the phrase 'with great power comes great responsibility', because he believed that this was originally his responsibility. Moreover, he just happened to have the ability in this aspect — who would have thought that he just happened to be on the mausoleum with an umbrella in his hand and ten thousand swords in his sheath?
He switched the dagger and the Yellow Paper Umbrella. With a swish, the sharp dagger pierced deeply into the rock, helping him stabilize his body in the fierce wind. Afterwards, he extended the Yellow Paper Umbrella in his right hand towards the sky that was on the verge of collapse. With a crash, the Yellow Paper Umbrella was opened in the fierce wind, and became a small, cowering yellow flower, as if it could be crushed into powder by the hurricane at any time.
This Yellow Paper Umbrella could be said to be the magical artifact with the strongest defensive ability in the world. Together with the proud and powerful sword intent that shrouded the sky, if it fell into the hands of a true peerless expert, it would definitely blossom with an extremely dazzling splendor. However … it was still impossible to rely on just this umbrella to hold up the sky, even if it was only the sky of the miniature world of the Garden of Zhou, not to mention the fact that the Yellow Paper Umbrella was currently in his hands. As someone at the upper level of Ethereal Opening, he was obviously very impressive in the younger generation, but in front of this sky, he was so insignificant.
Please come out and help me. Chen Changsheng said in his heart.
This was his responsibility, so he had to hold it up. This also seemed to be the responsibility of those swords, but those swords had originally been forced to stay in the Garden of Zhou, so he used the word 'please'.
Without any pause, following his will, the air around the huge boulder at the top of the mausoleum resounded with countless mournful cries of swords, giving rise to countless strong gusts of sword wind. In that instant, it actually suppressed the hurricane that was wreaking havoc in the Garden of Zhou.
Countless swords surged out from the sheath at his waist!
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh! These swords brushed against the edge of the Yellow Paper Umbrella and then quickly dispersed, just like a firework.
The ten thousand swords turned into several dozen sword lines. They rose from the top of the mausoleum and fell into the sky, just like the ribs of an umbrella.
This was a huge umbrella that covered a thousand li.
It was held up by Chen Changsheng, and held up the sky that was about to collapse.
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(I have to write the next chapter before nine o 'clock.)
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