"This is impossible!" the old Daoist nun shrieked.
When she sensed that her Dao heart seemed to have been cut open by the Burning Heaven Sword, she was so shocked and furious that she was about to go mad.
Why did the Orthodox Academy have a strand of Su Li's sword intent? Had Su Li guessed that she would come? After confirming that the powerful sword intent was the Burning Heaven Sword, she had been uneasily pondering this question. But what made her even more shocked, angry, and even perplexed was, why was this sword intent so powerful? It was publicly acknowledged that Su Li was the strongest expert on the path of the sword, but how could she not even be able to receive a single sword? And this was only the sword intent Su Li had left in the Orthodox Academy, not his true sword!
She was no ordinary expert. She was one of the Storms of the Eight Directions who had stepped into the Divine Domain many years ago! In the past, she had always believed that although Su Li had also stepped into the Divine Domain, he had done so many years later. No matter how talented he was, he was not necessarily her match in terms of cultivation. But now … she could not even contend against a single strand of Su Li's sword intent!
After anger came panic. The old Daoist nun gazed at that terrifying sword of fire, her Dao heart naturally filled with the desire to retreat.
In the past, she would definitely have continued to fight, but now that she had confirmed that she was no match for Su Li, how could she not retreat? She had hidden her husband from her infiltration into the capital and had no powerful reinforcements. More importantly, Su Li was not the Pope, nor was he the Tianhai Divine Empress. He was a cold-blooded and emotionless madman. He really did dare to kill the Storms of the Eight Directions!
The Luo River once more surged with countless waves, piling up in the snowy night like countless scraps of paper. Just before the sword intent slashed down once more, the old Daoist nun's unwilling howl resounded through the Luo River. Her figure suddenly vanished and then reappeared on the opposite shore, vanishing into the streets and alleys of the capital as quickly as possible.
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With their fastest speed, Chen Changsheng and the others followed the houses and restaurants that had been destroyed by the old Daoist nun. By the time they reached the shore of the Luo River, there was already no one here. There was only the fluttering snowflakes and the threads that had been cut off from the horsetail whisk, as well as the flaming sword floating in the air above the Luo River.
Those threads were not willow catkins, nor were they snowflakes. Even the thinnest strand contained a terrifying might that could easily kill them. If that horsetail whisk were to strike with all its strength, it might truly be able to shake the entire Luo River … truly worthy of being a supreme expert that had stepped into the Divine Domain!
Feeling the power within those threads, Chen Chang Sheng and the others subconsciously looked towards Xuan Yuan Po, the first person who dared to attack the Daoist nun. They were filled with admiration, but at the same time, they thought, how strong was this flaming sword that had chopped the horsetail whisk into a featherless chicken and forced the Daoist nun to retreat?
"What's going on?" Tang Thirty-Six asked as he looked at the burning sword in the night sky.
In the first half of the night, Chen Changsheng had comprehended the sword intent on the letter and had a rough idea of what was going on. He said, "This is Senior Su Li's sword."
Tang Thirty-Six's lingering fear had yet to fade. He thought to himself, if not for this sword, the Orthodox Academy would have definitely flowed with rivers of blood today. Even if that old Daoist nun didn't make things too difficult for him, Chen Changsheng, and Su Mo Yu for the sake of the Orthodoxy and the Wenshui Tangs, Zhexiu would definitely be humiliated and Xuan Yuan Po would have no chance of survival.
This battle between experts that had been fought from the Orthodox Academy to the shores of the Luo River had alarmed many people.
Not long after they arrived at the shores of the Luo River, a flame descended from the night sky. Xue Xing Chuan rode over on the Red Cloud Qilin as fast as he could.
At the same time, the three Guardians that the Wenshui Tangs had dispatched to the capital finally appeared in the darkness, surrounding Tang Thirty-Six.
This was the first time Chen Changsheng and the others had seen the true strength of the Wenshui Tangs, so they couldn't help but glance over curiously.
A storm of hooves thundered through the streets. The Orthodoxy cavalry and the Imperial Guard were probably on their way.
Xue Xing Chuan gazed at the collapsed embankment of the Luo River and the ruins of the restaurants and residences. With a grim expression, he asked, "What happened?"
"Wuqiong Bi has come," Tang Thirty-Six said.
One of the Storms of the Eight Directions had actually infiltrated the capital? Xue Xing Chuan's expression flickered, and then he turned to the great sword burning in the sky above the Luo River. His expression changed once more. With his level of cultivation, he could naturally tell that this was not a real sword. To be more precise, it was an illusory sword. Yet what made him wary was that even at his level of cultivation, he felt that he was far from being a match for this sword. Thus, he didn't need to ask to know whose sword intent this was.
"Su Li … why would he hide this sword intent in the Orthodox Academy?"
He looked into Chen Changsheng's eyes and asked, "Could it be that he knew beforehand that Wuqiong Bi would act against you?"
This was the matter that the old Daoist nun had least wanted to understand before her defeat, and it was also the matter that Chen Changsheng still did not understand.
He had originally believed that of the two letters that Senior Su Li had entrusted Xu Yourong to give him, the one that was immediately burned after reading was to help him comprehend sword intent, and the letter in his bosom was a life-saving treasure. It now seemed that Su Li clearly had some other deeper meaning in having him burn the first letter to ashes.
Only by borrowing the fire of nature to ignite the sword soul could the sword intent of the Burning Heaven Sword display its greatest might. But how had Su Li determined when to make this sword intent appear? Was it because of Xuanyuan's unreasonable bravery, or was it because he had truly calculated ahead of time that Wuqiong Bi would come?
The Orthodoxy cavalry and the Imperial Guard rushed to the scene, as did the priests of the Li Palace, as well as the officials and servants of the capital government. People began to clean up the scene, rescue the injured, and move sand and stones to stabilize the collapsed embankment of the Luo River. The scene became lively, and the Burning Heaven Sword in the night sky restrained its light, becoming difficult to see.
Xue Xing Chuan was still staring at that place in the night sky.
Chen Changsheng and the others were also staring at that place.
This matter seemed to be coming to an end, everything returning to normal, but was it really going to be like this?
For some reason, none of them believed so. They all felt that something else was about to happen.
Just as expected, in the next moment, in the next moment, in the most unreasonable of moments, the night sky over the Luo River began to burn.
It was as if countless Golden Crows had flown out of the sun and descended into the mortal world. Everywhere was incomparably bright, and the capital seemed to have transformed from night to day.
The officials and soldiers laboriously working on the ruins and embankment raised their heads in shock, thinking, what happened?
The Burning Heaven Sword burned and grew larger. In the space of a few breaths, it had traversed the night sky. From the ground, it was at least half the length of a street!
The officials and soldiers on the banks of the Luo River, as well as the awakened populace, stared at the massive sword burning in the night sky and let out countless cries of alarm.
The Burning Heaven Sword fiercely burned.
No more snowflakes fell from the clouds, no more rain, not even mist.
The clouds in the night sky had been cleanly burned away by the fire, gradually revealing the vast sky of stars behind them.
Xue Xingchuan's face instantly paled beyond compare. He gave a shrill howl in the direction of the Imperial Palace as a warning. At the same time, he leapt onto the back of the Red Cloud Qilin and flew into the night sky!
Chen Changsheng had also guessed at this, and his eyes brimmed with shock. He thought, it can't be, Senior, you're about to leave, so why are you still going crazy?
The old Daoist nun could not understand why Su Li had left a strand of sword intent in the Orthodox Academy. Xue Xingchuan could not understand, and neither could Chen Changsheng. This was because no matter how high Su Li's cultivation in the path of the sword was, even if he could use his sword to calculate the heart of the heavens, it was still impossible for him to predict the movements of an expert of the Divine Domain and thus lay an ambush ahead of time.
The strand of sword intent that Su Li had left in the Orthodox Academy had never been prepared for the old Daoist nun.
He had left seven letters for the world, and the one that Chen Changsheng had immediately burned after reading had the strongest sword intent.
The old Daoist nun had come to the Orthodox Academy, and Xuanyuan Po's metal sword had awakened the sword intent in that ball of ash. As a result, that sword intent had conveniently pushed back the old Daoist nun.
Yes, conveniently, conveniently, conveniently. It was only conveniently done.
Even if the old Daoist nun was one of the Storms of the Eight Directions, she still did not have the qualifications to make Su Li specifically use this sword intent.
He did not care about her in the slightest.
The person he wanted to fight, the target of this strongest sword intent, had always been that person.
That person was in the Imperial Palace, had always been in the Imperial Palace.
That person was no ordinary person, but a Saint.
A clear whistle resounded through the night sky. Xue Xingchuan rode the Red Cloud Qilin into the sky, transforming into a streak of fire as he thrust his spear at the Burning Heaven Sword!
Yet his spear was simply incapable of piercing the Burning Heaven Sword. It was obstructed on the outside, and the wind howled as the streak of fire was abruptly severed, causing it to descend to the ground.
Xue Xingchuan and the Red Cloud Qilin were jolted into the Luo River, a mouthful of blood spurting from his mouth.
The massive blazing sword finally moved. Carrying with it countless flames and heat, it soared into the sky from the Luo River, heading for the Imperial Palace!
Seeing this incomparably magnificent sight, everyone on the ground was so shocked that they couldn't make a sound.
The eyes of Chen Changsheng, Tang Thirty-Six, and the others were brimming with reverence and admiration. If a cultivator of the Dao could reach this level, would they have any regrets?
Zhexiu's face was expressionless, but his eyes were filled with fanaticism and determination. He thought to himself, no matter how strong you are, there will be a day when I will defeat you!
After the beginning of winter, the snow in the capital continued to fall intermittently, but the clouds in the sky rarely dispersed. It was not until tonight that the sword intent transformed into a massive sword that burned the heavens and spat out endless light and heat into the world. The snowy clouds were instantly burned away, revealing specks of stars.
As the Burning Heaven Sword headed for the Imperial Palace, the snowy clouds in the night sky scattered, and stars constantly appeared. It was a very beautiful sight, like the tip of a brush painting the night sky. Countless stars incessantly shone along with the sword.
The incessantly bright stars in the night sky did not sprinkle their starlight upon the mortal world, but fell upon the trajectory of the Burning Heaven Sword, transforming into countless bright scales.
The Burning Heaven Sword had finally become a dragon!
The entire capital finally woke up at this moment.
Some people had not slept the entire time.
When the old Daoist nun walked through that alley, the Tianhai Divine Empress woke up.
She then ascended the steps and ascended the Dew Platform.
This was the highest place in the capital besides the Mausoleum of Books. One could see the nearest starry sky, and one could also see the vastness of the mortal world.
She watched as the old Daoist nun appeared outside the Orthodox Academy, her expression indifferent.
She watched as a powerful sword intent appeared in the Orthodox Academy, her expression still indifferent. She only raised her brows, apparently somewhat interested.
Now, that sword was traveling from the Luo River to the Imperial Palace.
She stood on the Dew Platform, the fierce winds brushing against her perfect face, unable to disperse her indifferent expression, only causing her black hair to drift in the wind.
Her hands held behind her, she stared at the approaching sword dragon in the night sky. Her expression was calm, but a hint of graveness finally appeared in her eyes.
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Today, there will be no more. In a little while, I will post an interview on my official WeChat account. It will be a … chat with Teacher Shao Yanjun. The main reason is because of the Tencent Academy award ceremony I mentioned last time … posting this truly is a bit of self-boasting and shameful, but I feel that this interview contains many of my true thoughts. I want everyone to know what I think about writing books and a few other things. I want to be able to live together with everyone even more shamelessly for many more years. If everyone is interested, then go and take a look.
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