"Senior, if you wanted me to leave, you could have just said it. Why did you have to do so many things, intentionally provoke me and trick me?"
"I, Su Li, naturally have my reasons for doing things. Do I still need to explain it to you?"
"Fine … Senior, who was the old man Yin you spoke of just now?"
"The Pope."
"Ah … is His Holiness the Pope surnamed Yin?"
"Don't you think it's very idiotic?"
"Senior … I don't think so."
"Then you mean to blame me."
"Senior, on the snowy plains, I really thought that you would continue fighting."
"The Demon Lord, ten-some Demon Generals, Black Robe … and that abnormal Demon Commander hiding somewhere waiting … and still fighting? You think I'm stupid! "
"But … before you attacked, you really were very heroic. I really didn't think that you would run away."
"Soldiers walk the path of deceit. Then what is the soul of the path of the sword?"
"I don't know."
"The soul of the path of the sword lies in the word 'sword'."
Chen Changsheng carried Su Li through the snowstorm and traversed the mountains and ridges. At this point, the conversation was finally unable to continue. He felt very tired, and also very depressed. And because he was depressed, he felt even more tired. He thought to himself, we're both fleeing, but why is the difference between this and carrying Lady Chujian in the Garden of Zhou so great?
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The tens of thousands of demon soldiers divided into countless streams of iron, advancing from Xuelao City to the wastelands to the south. Given enough time, the demon army could definitely overturn an area of several hundred li in circumference. Yet Black Robe watched the demon army vanish into the snowstorm without the slightest hint of relaxation.
At this moment, the snowy plains began to tremble. The snow that had been crushed by the pressure of experts and terrifying sword intent for several nights instantly became much softer. With a heavy sound, a massive monster slowly walked out of the snowstorm. It had a long mouth and coiled horns, and was incomparably vicious. It was the Mountain-toppling Fiend, ranked third on the Ranking of Earthly Beasts.
This Mountain-toppling Fiend was extremely massive, much more majestic than the one in the Garden of Zhou. It was more than forty zhang tall.
A demon sat between the horns of the Mountain-toppling Fiend. This demon was thin and small, even smaller than an ordinary human child. Compared to the massive Mountain-toppling Fiend, it was miniscule. But for some reason, beneath this demon, the Mountain-toppling Fiend was extremely docile and docile.
The demon wore a suit of armor that covered its entire body, including its face. The surface of the armor was covered in complex designs woven from golden threads, like sunflowers, and also like the most popular color graffiti in Xuelao City. At the edge of these golden designs were many dark green objects, difficult to tell if they were gems or copper rust.
A terrifying and tyrannical Qi seeped out from the chinks in the demon's armor. A pair of eyes like icicles pierced through the helmet and rested on the snowy plains several dozen zhang below, on Black Robe. At the same time, his voice descended. His voice was like a perfectly straight metal thread, without any rise or fall, but this thread was strung with countless broken gongs. Each word he spat out was like the striking of a broken gong, extremely grating. "Based on your calculations, this assassination plan was absolutely foolproof, which was why His Majesty agreed to your plan. Now, the Divine race has paid such a massive price. My Little Hai Di has lost an arm, but that person has escaped. I really want to know, just where is this foolproof plan you speak of? How do you intend to explain this to His Majesty and me? "
In the mouth of this demon, the terrifying and powerful Second Demon General Hai Di was his Little Hai Di.
He was naturally the commander of the Demon Army, the rumored number one expert beneath the Demon Lord in the snowy plains of the land of demons, the Demon Commander.
Black Robe had an extremely lofty and special status in the Demon race. Although he was not a demon, he was deeply trusted by the Demon Lord and had once performed immortal feats for the Demon race. This was also because the entire continent knew how terrifying his methods were. Whether it was humans or demons, he seemed to be able to understand all secrets and grasp all emotions.
All the important figures of the Demon race that had once tried to sow discord between him and the Demon Lord had ultimately died under his seemingly casual response. By now, there was no longer anyone in Xuelao City who dared to question Black Robe's existence, much less show him the slightest disrespect. Only the Demon Commander was an exception. This was because the Demon Commander was also deeply trusted by the Demon Lord and extremely powerful. More importantly, for some reason, Black Robe was very patient with the Demon Commander. But today, Black Robe did not have too much patience. He ignored him and quietly gazed at the snowstorm in the south in silence.
The cold wind lifted up a corner of Black Robe, revealing a slightly green chin. In the past several hundred years, this was the first time Black Robe had specifically laid out a plan to kill a human expert. He had calculated it thirty-seven times, and Su Li was certain to die. But who could have imagined that Su Li would ultimately succeed in escaping? His plan that had never failed seemed to have been broken for the first time.
The person who broke this plan was not the Pope, not the Divine Empress, not the White Emperor couple, but that youth called Chen Changsheng. Whether it was Black Robe or the Demon Generals, they only needed to move their fingers to crush Chen Changsheng to death. But it just so happened that this unremarkable little fellow had changed the direction of history.
Black Robe was extremely clear on Chen Changsheng's background, so in this plan of the Garden of Zhou, he had never thought of killing Chen Changsheng. It was just that Su Li had appeared too early and Chen Changsheng had been carrying that umbrella, so he had not had the time to pass on his will to the demons that had infiltrated the Garden of Zhou. Most importantly, he had not expected Chen Changsheng to mature even faster than everyone had imagined.
Would the plan of the Garden of Zhou end with Black Robe's failure? No, Black Robe did not think this way. As long as Su Li did not return to the human world, or more accurately, as long as Su Li did not return to Mount Li with his heavy injuries, as long as he did not return to Mount Li, this plan was still in progress.
Just like he had once said to Su Li, on this continent, there were far too many people that wanted Su Li dead. For different reasons, countless people hoped that he would die earlier. The demons were like this, and many people in the human world were also like this. It was just that Su Li was too strong, so no one dared to try and kill him. And now, Su Li had already been heavily injured by the demons. Then those powers in the human world would welcome their opportunity. This sort of reasoning sounded rather inconceivable, as if the demons and humans were joining hands, but Black Robe was very clear that this was an extremely likely reality.
Because, many years ago, this sort of thing had already happened once.
Black Robe calmly gazed in the southwest direction of the snowy plains. The cold wind gradually grew stronger. His eyes slightly narrowed, slender and delicate, yet they contained a cold and complicated emotion.
He thought of that Mount Li disciple and could not help but sigh. Hatred was truly the most interesting thing in the world. It could turn a young lady whose hands did not touch the water of spring into a demon whose hands were stained with blood, and it could also turn a disciple of a prestigious sect into a genius schemer. He did not know what other pleasant surprises that Mount Li disciple would bring.
Thinking about it this way, even if Su Li could successfully return to Mount Li, the story of the Garden of Zhou would still not end.
He raised his left hand and extended it into a glacier ten-odd li away, clawing at it from afar. With a boom, the glacier suddenly ruptured. Countless sharp pieces of ice, suffused with a faint blue color, danced in the air. At the same time, a petite figure flew out — it was Nanke, her eyes tightly closed and on her last breath. Her light green wings wrapped tightly around her body. Black Robe grabbed her, and without paying any attention to the mountainous Mountain-toppling Fiend and the Demon Commander, he walked into the depths of the snowstorm.
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It was still spring in Hanqiu City, so it naturally did not snow. However, it was extremely cold this morning. The forest outside the city was covered in a chill. The dew that had just formed on the green leaves did not take long to freeze into beads of ice. They rolled down the leaves with a dense clatter.
The reason for this strange phenomenon was that the Qi of the world behind the forest was extremely chaotic. The main gate of the Garden of Zhou could faintly be seen in the fog, but it was still tightly shut. The rainbow that had come from Mount Li tens of thousands of li away, with the assistance of the Orthodoxy's great array, was constantly attempting to open the gate. Even nature was responding.
Cultivators were everywhere in and out of the forest. There were priests from the Li Palace, teachers from various sects and academies, and naturally, there were also the city guards of Hanqiu City. There were also the noble clans of Tianliang County represented by Zhu Luo. It was a dense mass, yet no one made a sound. Everyone had extremely solemn expressions.
Time slowly passed. As the morning sun broke through the clouds on the horizon, Hanqiu City was illuminated, and the rainbow also seemed to grow somewhat brighter.
"It's open!" In the deepest part of the forest, in front of the thick fog, a priest of the Li Palace excitedly shouted.
Following this shout, the area immediately became noisy. Many people surged towards the garden gate that was slowly opening in the fog. The vast majority of them had no way of entering the Garden of Zhou, but if they were a bit closer, it would be easier to receive them later on. Now that everyone knew that the closing of the Garden of Zhou was a scheme of the demons, were the disciples that had entered the Garden of Zhou to train well?
Not long after, a cultivator rushed out of the Garden of Zhou. He seemed extremely panicked, and only when he saw his master did he finally relax and almost cry. Soon after, more and more cultivators walked out of the Garden of Zhou. They were all in rather sorry and miserable states, but in the end, they had all survived.
The priests of the Li Palace and the officials of the court stood to the side, carefully recording the number of people that had left the Garden of Zhou. There were even more workers who, ignoring the fact that some of the young cultivators were still in a state of shock, went up and asked for their sect and name, and then counted how many people had not yet left the Garden of Zhou.
The forest was filled with sounds of panic.
Zhu Luo and Mei Li Sha stood outside the forest, listening to the reports of the priests and officials, their expressions becoming more and more serious. From the descriptions of the cultivators that had left the Garden of Zhou, their previous conjecture had been confirmed. It was the worst kind of conjecture — the Garden of Zhou was about to be destroyed.
Time continued to pass, and more and more people escaped the Garden of Zhou.
But according to the records of the Li Palace priests and officials, there were still some people that had not come out.
Mei Li Sha looked at the gate in the thick fog that was becoming fainter and fainter. He could feel the Qi that was becoming more and more chaotic, and his eyes became colder and colder.
Chen Chang Sheng still had not come out.
Zhu Luo looked at the carriage on the official road outside the forest, and his expression relaxed slightly.
That carriage belonged to the Thirteen Divisions of Radiant Green. The windows were covered with a blue curtain, and the interior could not be seen.
Xu Yourong sat by the window, and said nothing.
She was waiting for someone to come out.
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(Previously, the scene of Chen Chang Sheng unleashing ten thousand swords at the Mausoleum of Zhou has been drawn by deoR. The angle of view is unique, and the image is awesome … in a moment, I will post it on WeChat. Everyone is welcome to take a look. Afterwards, I will continue writing. I will try to post the next chapter before eleven. Also, Butterfly Blue wants me to tell everyone that he is about to update as well. I will trouble everyone to tell him, Silence.)
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