Countless footprints suddenly appeared in the scorched earth of the Myriad Willows Garden, as if they were stars.
Guan Xingke's figure had already vanished, or perhaps he had already left Tianliang County.
Zhu Luo gazed into the distance, an extremely complex expression on his face.
He had actually gone to Mount Han?
If this were back then, he would naturally have gone with Guan Xingke to Mount Han.
Just like those experts on the continent who had received the message from the Elder of Heavenly Secrets.
But he was already old and injured, simply incapable of hurrying over.
Suddenly, he felt a shred of regret for that matter in Xunyang City last year.
If he had not gone to kill Su Li back then, he would have had the chance to kill that person today.
This was what he should have done!
Even if he died, he should have done it!
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There were not many figures flying towards Mount Han, but they were all the strongest experts of the human world.
On the distant shore of the Red River, the majestic and imposing White Emperor City was quiet, everything normal. The only thing that was somewhat strange was the white cloud at the top of the city wall.
In the Imperial Palace of the capital, the summer sun shone on the Dew Platform. Those Night Pearls were also dazzling in the daytime.
The Tianhai Divine Empress stood in this light, gazing into the distance, her expression indifferent, her thoughts a mystery.
In that secluded hall in the deepest depths of the Li Palace, the Pope quietly gazed at the Green Leaf before him, his thoughts a mystery.
In the snowy plains to the north of Mount Han, even though it was midsummer, the wind was still bone-chilling and the snow blew without end.
A person stood in the snow. If one did not walk up close, it would be impossible to discover his existence.
Because his entire body was white, from head to toe, from his hair to his clothes, so white that it was terrifying.
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In Mount Han, the middle-aged scholar gazed at those Heavenstones floating in the air. He no longer conversed with the Elder of Heavenly Secrets, falling silent.
Could this also be a trap laid down by the humans and demi-humans?
The stones in the sky slowly drifted down.
Several dozen stones, covered in moss, water, and gravel, floated around his body, a rather strange sight.
The middle-aged scholar arched his brows, a chill appearing in the depths of his indifferent and emotionless eyes.
The lonely and uninhabited world on his face began to stir with the wind and snow.
The wind and snow on the cliffs began to stir, sweeping towards those stones.
Countless sharp cutting sounds could be heard as snowflakes fell on the surface of the stones.
These Heavenstones shared the same origin as the Heavenly Tome Monoliths. They came from beyond the heavens and were not ordinary objects. Even the divine weapons on the Tier of Legendary Weapons would find it very difficult to leave a mark on them.
The wind and snow condensed by the middle-aged scholar could easily slice those upper level Ethereal Opening cultivators into pieces, but it was unable to slice those Heavenstones. However, the momentum of the celestial stones slowly encircling him was blocked by the majestic power of the wind and snow.
By the lake on the distant summit, the wrinkles on the face of the Elder of Heavenly Secrets deepened and the expression in his eyes grew even more solemn.
In the present world, only the Elder of Heavenly Secrets had the right to judge the middle-aged scholar's strength, because he was the oldest of the Five Saints and the Storms of the Eight Directions. He had come from the age of blooming wildflowers and had personally witnessed that world-shaking battle.
He had not expected that his opponent, who had been hiding in Xuelao City for a thousand years and whose injuries had not yet healed, would be even more frightening than before.
Separated by a hundred-some li and aided by the Heavenstone array of Mount Han, he was still not his opponent's match. Moreover, he had suffered internal injuries from a single clash. He truly was worthy of being publicly acknowledged as the strongest expert in the history of the Demon race … if not for the appearance of Zhou Dufu in the human world, perhaps he would have already become the master of this continent a thousand years ago, right?
The wind and snow and the Heavenstones continued to collide.
The Elder of Heavenly Secrets's face grew paler and paler. He realized that the Heavenstone array of Mount Han truly could not hold his opponent.
But he had to persevere, because as long as he could keep the middle-aged scholar trapped in Mount Han for a little longer, the powerful reinforcements of the human world might arrive.
Whether it was the closest Zhu Luo or Guan Xingke, or the fastest Wuqiong Bi, as long as they hurried over, this sudden battle that was highly likely to change the situation of the continent might turn the tables. The human world might very well win its best chance of victory in the last one thousand years.
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The middle-aged scholar knew what the Elder of Heavenly Secrets wanted to do.
He was confident that this was not a trap laid down by the humans, because just last night, neither the Military Advisor nor he himself had imagined that he would appear in Mount Han today.
After losing in the Central Plains, he returned to Xuelao City and had not come out since. It had already been one thousand years.
A powerful figure of his level had its own destiny. His words, actions, thoughts, and decisions coincided with the Heavenly Dao, making it very difficult for others to calculate his plans.
White Emperor City was too far, and he was also very sure that Tianhai and the Pope were in the capital.
But if he really was delayed by the Heavenstone array of Mount Han for too long, the situation really might change.
He had never liked change, because change was often trouble.
Now it was his turn to make a choice.
Should he take advantage of the fact that no change had occurred to use all his strength to break the array, leave Mount Han, and return to his own country, or should he stay a little longer and first finish that task?
When the Elder of Heavenly Secrets made the decision to sacrifice the human cultivators and demi-human experts on the mountain path and by the stream to trap him in Mount Han, he had probably very quickly hesitated.
To him, there was no need for any hesitation in this choice, even no need for a choice.
Because in his view, that task did not require too much time.
In his eyes, that youth was truly no different from an ant, even if that youth was a cultivation genius that had shocked the entire continent.
He no longer paid any attention to those Heavenstones slowly descending through the wind and snow. Drawing back his gaze, he once more turned to the mountain path.
Chen Changsheng and those human cultivators were on the mountain path.
He was very calm, even a faintly discernible smile on his lips.
As the middle-aged scholar's gaze fell once more, the people on the mountain path all despaired.
On the grass by the stream, Liu Qing also despaired.
Even Zhexiu and Tang Thirty-Six despaired.
Chen Changsheng did not. As he gazed at the smiling and silent middle-aged scholar, he inexplicably thought of a person that he should not have thought of at this time.
It was that middle-aged woman who had once sat across from him in the Hundred Herb Garden and drank tea.
Perhaps because neither of them spoke, he felt that the middle-aged scholar and that middle-aged woman were rather similar.
Of course, he knew that this was definitely a misconception.
Because he already knew who this middle-aged scholar was.
He knew what he had come to do.
On that night when he was ten, Eldest Brother had waved his palm-leaf fan the entire night and said to him, only a Saint could control his greed and desire for him.
In the following years, he paid great attention to concealing the strangeness of his body, all the way until he was in the Garden of Zhou, when that fragrance was smelled by the Great Peng and Nanke.
The middle-aged scholar was Nanke's father, or perhaps this was how he knew.
And he was naturally no Saint.
He was a demon.
Chen Changsheng felt that in the eyes of the middle-aged scholar, he was naked, lying on a wet chopping block, his stomach already cut open, his body covered in blood.
He did not fear death, but he truly feared this sort of feeling.
He did not want to be eaten like a fish.
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(Today's chapter.)
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