A huge umbrella made of swords covered the sky of the Garden of Zhou. It blocked the flowing flames that fell from the sky, and supported the fragments of space that were about to shatter and fall. The fragments of the sky that were currently falling should not have had any weight, but attached to the surface of the invisible umbrella, they seemed to have infinite weight. With a light "pa" sound, Chen Chang Sheng's feet sunk deep into the hard rock. Numerous fine cracks appeared on the edges and his pants instantly turned into countless shreds.
In the next moment, his body began to violently tremble. The unimaginable weight and pressure of the sky directly passed through the ten thousand swords to his body. Every single bone in his body seemed to creak, as if they could break at any time.
The terrifying cracking sounds continued to ring out. His two feet continued to break through the hard rock. He could no longer support himself, and his left knee softened. Just like that, he knelt down. His knee fell heavily on the rock, smashing into countless gravel and dust.
Only a series of muffled rumbles like thunder could be heard from below. Dust rose up, gradually covering the nearby grassland and the White Grass Path that was no longer the same as before. The entire mausoleum began to tremble, and then in an extremely short amount of time, it actually sank several feet!
This, was the weight of the sky.
Chen Changsheng knelt on one knee at the top of the mausoleum. Under the sky, his face became paler and paler, and his expression became more and more pained. His body that had been bathed in the blood of a true dragon could be said to be as tough as steel. Even Nanke's Peacock Plume was unable to break through his external defense. However, under this pure, terrifying weight, even if his body was made of steel, it seemed like it would still be crushed into pieces.
Fortunately, it was not the real sky in the end. It was just a fragment of the sky that had been torn down by the storm of energy. Although it was extremely painful, and his soul had almost been crushed to pieces, he still managed to hold on in the end. His body gradually stopped trembling.
The eleven stone pillars around the mausoleum had also truly calmed down. Some sort of Qi seemed to faintly flow between the black stone tablets. If it were not for the black stone that Wang Zhice had left behind, no matter if it was him, Xu Yourong, or the human cultivators and monsters in the Garden of Zhou, none of them would be like this. At the very least, they would still have a sliver of life.
He knelt at the highest point of the mausoleum. His left hand held the Yellow Paper Umbrella, and his right hand held the dagger stabbed into the rock. He raised his head with great difficulty and gazed into the distance, hoping that the sliver of life had already arrived.
The cracked sky was already very gloomy, and now it was covered by countless sword images. The world of the Garden of Zhou was even more gloomy. The collapse of the world had temporarily stopped, and the gales on the plains were still madly dancing. One could see that many monsters had already rushed to the edge of the plains, and one could also see that in the distant burning gardens, there were faintly discernible Qi that was currently rushing away at high speeds. Had someone already left?
Then, his line of sight passed through the madly dancing sandstorm and landed in the distance. He could vaguely see that the Peng had already flown out of the grassland with the young girl in its grasp, disappearing into the mountains on the horizon.
You have to live, you have to live well.
He silently thought in his heart.
The gate to the Garden of Zhou might have already opened, and the people participating in the trial were currently leaving. Those monsters might also have escaped, but he could not leave. Once he withdrew the ten thousand swords, the sky would directly fall down, crushing him and the Garden of Zhou into smoke.
The gales on the plains were still violent. His knees were deeply embedded into the rocks at the highest point of the mausoleum, and he tiredly lowered his head. He felt that his situation was just like that famous tragic hero from the myths of the Orthodoxy.
On the steep mountain path, the hero who used all his strength to resist the falling boulders would be crushed to death if he relaxed even a little. He could only spend his life fighting against the boulders day and night, endlessly exhausting his life in the process of resisting the boulders.
Chen Chang Sheng had never thought that he would enter such a despairing situation. He did not want to be a tragic hero, nor did he have any thoughts of sacrificing his life for righteousness. He was not that great. It was just that he wanted to live, and he also wanted many people to live.
For example, the people he knew, the people he cared about.
Zhexiu, if you are still alive, then live on. Qi Jian, you should also be alive. And that elven girl who had just disappeared into the mountains, the one with the same surname and a beautiful name as him … Lady Chujian, you must live well.
As for what he should do next? Just now, he had said to Xu Yourong that he would do as he saw fit. These three words actually meant that he did not know what to do, but he really did want to see if the change that he was waiting for would appear.
The reason why that famous tragic hero from the Orthodoxy's myths used up all of his time and life in the struggle against that boulder, until he became a stone statue out of despair, was because in that endless period of time, not a single person helped him. The reason why no one was willing to help him was because he was once very arrogant, and was never willing to help those lowly commoners.
Although Chen Chang Sheng often made people speechless, no one would think that he was arrogant. Self-confidence and arrogance were never synonymous, and he had always been very willing to help others, such as those human cultivators that were currently fleeing out of the Garden of Zhou.
Those who achieve the Dao will always receive help.
Important figures of the Orthodoxy like Archbishop Mei Li Sha, as well as experts like the Solitary Drunk under the Moon and Zhu Luo, were all outside the Garden of Zhou. As long as he could endure for a little longer, these people would definitely come to save him.
This was what Chen Chang Sheng thought.
Only, just how long did he have to endure for? How long did he have to endure for?
The terrifying weight of the sky caused pain to not a single part of his body. As time passed, the umbrella in his right hand became heavier and heavier, until his arm gradually lost feeling, as if it was crippled.
After an unknown amount of time, the Black Dragon's voice rang out from the dagger stuck in the rock at the top of the mausoleum, "You … are you alright?"
Chen Chang Sheng lowered his head and asked, "Are you alright?"
He was more concerned about its current situation. Previously, in order to resist that Golden-winged Great Peng, the Black Dragon's spiritual soul had awoken from the lake outside his Ethereal Palace, and then entered the dagger. After that, it actually did not have the time to communicate at all.
The Black Dragon was silent for a while, then said, "I'm alright."
Chen Chang Sheng said, "I'm also alright. I can still … hold on for a little longer."
The Black Dragon said, "I can understand. This is the so-called double entendre in your human language, but you know, compared to the dragon language, this kind of technique or complexity is really unbelievably pitiful."
Chen Chang Sheng said tiredly, "Can you say something else?"
The Black Dragon said, "Yes, there's something that you still don't seem to know. I'm wondering if I should tell you …"
Chen Chang Sheng said, "It doesn't matter."
The Black Dragon's voice became somewhat cautious, "You … won't die, right?"
"I won't." Chen Chang Sheng did not even think about it, and directly answered.
The Black Dragon was silent for a very long time, then said, "It seems that you really are going to die."
Chen Chang Sheng felt somewhat helpless, and said, "Why do you say that? I said I won't die. "
The Black Dragon said, "Your answer just now was too fast … you didn't take it to heart."
Chen Chang Sheng was too lazy to pay attention to it, but he faintly felt that something was wrong. He was not surprised that the Black Dragon could speak the human language, but why was its voice so clear and soft, just like a girl's …
He did not ask, because he was currently really very tired, very tired, very painful, and almost … unable to hold on any longer.
This was the weight of the sky. How long could a mortal last?
He did not sweat, but he felt that all the muscles in his body had already been torn apart, and he was about to lose all strength. His mind had already become somewhat dazed, and his true essence had already been exhausted. Even his vision had become a blur.
The ten thousand swords were silent, and he was also silent. He had even entered a state of forgetfulness, forgetting everything.
After an unknown amount of time, the whistling of the wind gradually weakened, and the pressure brought about by the violent torrents of energy gradually disappeared. The weight from the Yellow Paper Umbrella also gradually disappeared, and the world became quiet.
Chen Chang Sheng opened his eyes, extremely tired, and looked around.
Just at this moment, a snowflake fell, landing on the surface of the Yellow Paper Umbrella. Such a gentle snowflake, yet it made his wrist feel a sharp pain, and he almost lost his grip on the umbrella. The Garden of Zhou … was snowing?
No.
This was not the Garden of Zhou, this was a snowy plain.
He looked into the distance, and under the shadow of the sky, he could faintly see a majestic city.
Where was this? He was very confused, and did not know what had happened. Shock and exhaustion made it impossible for him to move, and he still maintained his previous posture — he knelt on one knee in the snowy plain, his left hand holding the dagger, and his right hand holding the Yellow Paper Umbrella.
The sky here had not collapsed, and the snowy plain was beautiful. His current posture was obviously somewhat laughable.
The sound of footsteps rang out, and a person walked to his side. With a light sound of surprise, he said, "There's a sword."
Then that person extended his hand and took the Yellow Paper Umbrella from Chen Chang Sheng's hand.
… …
… …
(The plot of the Garden of Zhou has officially come to an end. Of course, there are still many aftershocks, and the interesting things that everyone wants to see are all at the end. I personally like the plot of the Garden of Zhou very much. That was something that was confirmed in advance last year, and I wrote it very earnestly and diligently, but when the plot of the Garden of Zhou was interrupted, I began to imagine today's chapter in advance. What I wanted was that final scene. I've seriously studied this scene many times with my friends in real life. I've played the scene of Chen Chang Sheng half-kneeling on the snowy plain to deliver the umbrella, and I've also played the scene of a certain pretentious person elegantly taking the umbrella. In short, this scene is the goal of my writing. When I write novels and make up stories, it's always for the sake of countless beautiful scenes. For example, at the Spring Breeze Pavilion at night, when my eldest brother enters the stage in black and white, he also makes a light sound of surprise, and so on. As the saying goes, I won't change even if you beat me to death. That's me. I hope everyone likes it. The Golden Keyboard Awards will be held at the end of the month, so I'll have to trouble everyone to cast a free vote for Heaven's Chosen work. Many thanks.)
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