The snowy plains in the early morning were very quiet. Perhaps it was because of the shadow, or perhaps it was because the clouds had not dispersed, but the morning light was very faint. The snow that fell from the morning light was also very sparse, drifting to the ground without making a single sound. This assassination that would inevitably be recorded in history, this assassination that would inevitably change the course of the continent's history, had already occurred for a very long time. Victory and defeat had still not been decided, but the conclusion had already been decided. The mountainous figures of the Demon Generals were silent and stern. The shadow still hung high in the sky. Black Robe quietly sat on a snowy hill ten-odd li away. The figure surrounded in the middle was still tall and straight, but it was somewhat lonely and desolate.
Suddenly, a gust of wind appeared in the snowy plains, swirling up the snowflakes. The dead silence had just been broken by the whistling wind, and then it was completely torn apart by a violent explosion. Countless powerful auras appeared on the snowy hill where Black Robe was. Countless snowflakes sprayed into the sky and in all directions. The few Life Lamps floating in the air instantly disappeared, and the front of Black Robe was torn. What was even more frightening was that the seemingly indestructible square plate … had become a piece of scrap metal just like that.
Countless gazes did not even have time to look at the snowy hill where Black Robe sat. Instead, they looked at a certain place in the center of the snowy plains.
In the snowy plains, there was suddenly one more person.
In the present continent, who could break through the shadow and the heavy defenses of the tens of thousands of demon soldiers and silently arrive here?
It was a youth. His right hand held an old umbrella and his left hand gripped a dagger. His eyes were tightly shut, and his clear and young face was filled with an unswerving determination that could only be seen between life and death. Of course, one could also see endless exhaustion on his face.
After an unknown period of time, the youth opened his eyes.
This youth was naturally Chen Changsheng. He blankly looked around, but all he could see was snow-white. He had no idea what had happened. He only vaguely understood that he had already left the Garden of Zhou, but where was this place? Why was there a shadow in the sky here? Why was the will in this shadow even more powerful and terrifying than the shadow of the Great Peng in the Plains of the Unsetting Sun? And what were those ten-odd mountainous figures around the snowy plains? Why did they emit the same Qi as that Demon General couple, Teng Xiaoming and Liu Wan'er? Could it be that those mountainous black figures were all Demon Generals? And who was that black-robed man on the snowy hill ten-odd li away? Why was the aura emanating from his body so sinister? Why was he wearing a black robe?
Chen Chang Sheng looked at the faintly discernible outline of the majestic city on the outskirts of the snowy plains and thought of the description recorded in the Scriptures of The Way. His body became extremely stiff and he opened his mouth but no sound came out. He thought to himself, "It can't be?" Could that city be the legendary Xuelao City? This is the Infernal Snowfield? Were those mountain-like shadows really Devil Generals? The eerie man in the black robe is Black Robe? What about that shadow?
Just a moment ago, he had been standing on top of the mausoleum in the Garden of Zhou, resisting the falling sky. In the next moment, he had arrived in the snowy plains of the demon realm tens of thousands of li away. He had seen the figure of the legendary Xuelao City, and he had seen the figures of those demon experts that only existed in his imagination or in books. If his mental strength was slightly weaker, his willpower slightly weaker, perhaps he would have fainted from the shock, or even been scared to death, because this scene was just too inconceivable.
Chen Chang Sheng's willpower was very strong, so he did not faint. However, this was not a good thing. He had to remain awake and endure the mental assault brought about by what he saw. He even felt that his spiritual world was showing signs of collapse, and his body was so stiff that he could not move at all.
An ant had suddenly arrived in the world of giants, an ordinary person had suddenly mistakenly entered the Divine Kingdom in the sea of stars. At this moment, he had this sort of feeling.
The countless snowflakes that had been thrown into the air rustled down, and then the thin snowflakes that came from the clouds slowly floated down, landing on the surface of the umbrella. The snowy plains were still deathly silent. Countless gazes separated by several li, several dozen li, or even several thousand li, stared at Chen Chang Sheng without making a single sound.
To those experts, Chen Chang Sheng's appearance was also very strange.
An ordinary person had suddenly appeared in the Divine Kingdom. Presumably, those high and mighty gods would also be very surprised as to how this ordinary person had come.
The snowy plains sank into a very strange silence.
Chen Chang Sheng's body was incomparably stiff. At the same time that the unimaginably enormous mental assault almost caused his spiritual world to collapse, it also forced his thoughts to quickly revolve.
In this extremely short period of time, he thought of many things. Why had he come from the Garden of Zhou to the snowy plains of the demon realm? This was something that he definitely could not understand in such a short period of time, so he did not think about it. Then why had he seen so many legendary demon experts? Had these demon experts come to ambush and kill him?
This was impossible. He was currently the Principal of the Orthodox Academy. His rank seemed to be enough, but to these powerful figures, a youth at the upper level of Ethereal Opening was truly just like an ant. There was no need for such a large array of forces. Even the most narcissistic Tang Thirty-Six did not dare to think this way.
The target that the demon experts wanted to kill was someone else. Who was that person?
That middle-aged man who had been surrounded by the tens of thousands of demon soldiers for several days and nights was already heavily injured and faced with certain death. The expression on his face was still undisciplined, as if he did not care at all. However, when he saw the umbrella in Chen Chang Sheng's hand, his expression became solemn.
As if to confirm his own conjecture, he walked towards Chen Chang Sheng. On the snowy plains, he was the closest to Chen Chang Sheng. He only needed around ten steps to reach Chen Chang Sheng's side.
"Eh, there's a sword."
The man extended his left hand and took the umbrella.
Chen Chang Sheng only heard the sound of footsteps, but before he had time to look, he realized that the Yellow Paper Umbrella in his hand had been taken away.
He looked at the man.
The man wore a long gown, but it was not too long, unlike a scholar. At his waist was a sword, but it did not seem like a swordsman, giving off a nondescript feeling.
The man's body exuded a clear and cold Qi, like a sword revealing its edge to its heart's content, making it impossible to look directly at him.
This was Chen Chang Sheng's first time seeing Su Li. He only saw Su Li's back, and his eyes were pierced with pain.
It would still be a very, very long time before he could look directly at this person. At the time, he did not know that this man was the legendary Junior Martial Uncle of Mount Li, Su Li.
After a while, he came to his senses and stood up with great difficulty. He subconsciously tightened his right hand. The handle of the umbrella was no longer there, and the feeling of emptiness made him somewhat uncomfortable.
For some reason, the Yellow Paper Umbrella in the hands of the middle-aged man seemed to be very harmonious, as if the umbrella had always been his.
Seeing this scene, Chen Chang Sheng was once again perplexed. He suddenly felt that everything that had happened in the Garden of Zhou was a dream. He had left the Mausoleum of Books, gone from the capital to Wenshui to obtain this umbrella, and then entered that plain. Finally, he had miraculously appeared on this snowy plain. He had travelled tens of thousands of li through wind and rain, just for … to deliver this umbrella into the hands of this man.
To return the Yellow Paper Umbrella to this man.
… …
… …
Su Li's left hand gripped the middle section of the Yellow Paper Umbrella, and he quietly looked at it. After looking at it for a very long time, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Then, the smile turned into a hearty laugh, a long and loud laugh.
He laughed so happily that his face had suddenly blossomed.
He gazed at the figure of the Demon General that was like a black mountain in the distance, looked at Black Robe sitting cross-legged in the snow, looked at the shadow in the sky, and said, "You all said that I was lacking a sword. Yes, I really was lacking a sword, but now … I have a sword. Isn't it your turn to be afraid?"
Chen Chang Sheng did not understand. This was clearly an umbrella. Even if there was a strand of sword intent in it, how could it be called a sword?
He did not know that this Yellow Paper Umbrella was a peerless sword called Heaven Shrouding.
Several hundred years ago, that generation's Sect Master of the Mount Li Sword Sect took this sword and fought three hundred rounds with Zhou Dufu in the Garden of Zhou. He died, but the sword did not break.
This sword was the strongest sword in the Sword Pool, and it was also the sword that was most unwilling, the sword that most wanted to regain its freedom.
This sword was originally the sword that should have been inherited by Su Li. This was his sword.
The body of this sword left the plain and was picked up by Su Li. He sent it to Wenshui and used it to create an umbrella of a thousand and a hundred changes.
But the sword intent was not there, so it was not the sword he wanted.
The sword intent of this sword had always been waiting in the plain for the sword to return and reunite with it.
Several hundred years later, Chen Chang Sheng passed by Wenshui and received the umbrella from the Tang clan. He took the umbrella and entered the Garden of Zhou. In the plain, the body of the sword and the sword intent met, thus summoning ten thousand swords to soar through the sky.
This story seemed to have welcomed a perfect conclusion, but in reality, this was not the case.
Only when he came to this snowy plain and gave the umbrella to Su Li was this conclusion truly perfect.
Su Li gripped the Yellow Paper Umbrella and thought back to several hundred years ago, when he first entered the dwelling at the peak of Mount Li and saw the sword hanging on the wall behind his master. He thought back to those years when he forcefully suppressed his cultivation to Ethereal Opening and entered the Garden of Zhou several times to search for the sword. He felt very emotional.
This was Mount Li's sword, this was his master's sword, this was his, Su Li's sword.
Several hundred years, it truly had been a long time.
How could he not be happy? How could he not laugh to his heart's content?
He was laughing, and the Yellow Paper Umbrella seemed to be laughing as well.
But there was still a tinge of disappointment and regret in this joyful laughter.
Master, I have grasped this sword once more.
But … Zhou Dufu is already dead. I do not have the chance to cut him down with my sword and avenge you.
A clear and unbridled, yet disappointed and regretful laughter echoed through the silent snowy plain, as if it could be heard from a thousand li away.
The meaning in this laughter was clearly conveyed to the entire world. Even Chen Changsheng understood it.
Disappointed and disappointed that Zhou Dufu was already dead, regretful that he could not cut him down with his sword.
This was a very self-confident, even arrogant way of thinking.
But no one expressed any ridicule or disdain towards this. Even Black Robe only remained silent.
Because Su Li had already found his sword. Who knew where he would go on the path of the sword?
The clear laughter gradually subsided, and the sword glow on Su Li's body also gradually disappeared. He seemed to have become an ordinary middle-aged man.
He raised his head and looked around the snowy plain. Those Demon Generals that were as massive as black mountains had a calm expression. He extended his hand and grasped the handle of the umbrella.
His left hand gripped the middle of the Yellow Paper Umbrella like he was holding a sheath.
His right hand gripped the handle of the Yellow Paper Umbrella like he was about to pull out a sword.
Chen Changsheng noticed that his fingers were very slender, very suitable for playing the zither. Of course, they were even more suitable for holding a sword.
The handle of the umbrella was the hilt of the sword. In the instant that Su Li's hand fell on the handle of the umbrella, an extremely swift and fierce sword intent enveloped the entire snowy plain.
On the snowy plain several dozen li away, the mountain-like figure of a Demon General slightly swayed, then heavily collapsed onto the snowy ground.
A stream of blood appeared in the snowy sky.
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