Facing what might be the most powerful existence in the world, facing the most wretched possible end, Chen Changsheng was afraid, nervous, uneasy … but he did not despair.
When he was ten years old, he had already experienced despair. He was used to it and knew that it was useless.
He gazed at the middle-aged scholar by the distant stream, his right hand gripping a button in his sleeve.
The middle-aged scholar seemed to realize something. His gaze suddenly became even sharper, the cold light like a sword. A terrifying Qi spread out in all directions of the mountain.
With a massive boom, the stones in the air were jolted away somewhat.
The wind and snow suddenly sped up and the mountain path became even colder. With several crisp clangs, the weapons of many cultivators fell to the ground!
Chen Changsheng realized that his right hand was not listening to him, as if it had truly been frozen stiff. He was actually unable to break the button in his palm!
Relying on the endless supply of arrays in Mount Han, several hundred Heavenstones once more fell.
The middle-aged scholar raised his right hand and flicked a finger at the distant mountain path.
An invisible and traceless Qi passed through the encirclement of the Heavenstones and arrived on the mountain path.
Chen Changsheng's right hand had been locked down by the middle-aged scholar, but his left hand could still move.
With an extremely faint sound of metal scraping against metal, the metal ball that had flown out of the sheath began to unfurl with unimaginable speed.
An old umbrella appeared in Chen Changsheng's left hand.
The Yellow Paper Umbrella.
A boom resounded through the mountain path. The stream water surged into the air and splashed into ten thousand snowflakes.
The Qi struck the surface of the Yellow Paper Umbrella.
An unimaginable and berserk energy traveled along the Yellow Paper Umbrella's ribs and into Chen Changsheng's body.
Chen Changsheng was like a pebble struck by a hammer. He howled through the air and fiercely smashed against the hard cliff!
Dust rose and then gradually settled.
A clear humanoid mark appeared on the cliff, as well as a pile of stone fragments, but Chen Changsheng was already nowhere to be seen.
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The reason Chen Changsheng was able to escape the middle-aged scholar's Qi lock and disappear in such an unimaginable manner was naturally because he had been holding that button in his palm this entire time.
It was no ordinary button, it was the Button of Thousand Li.
Back in the Orthodox Academy, when Luoluo encountered that demon assassin, she had used the Button of Thousand Li, but it had been blocked by the Heavenly Net.
The Heavenly Net was the Demon Lord's weapon. Although its power was no longer what it once was, it just so happened to be able to suppress the Button of Thousand Li.
Right now, the Heaven's Net should be in the hands of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
Today, in Mount Han, Chen Chang Sheng encountered the master of the Heaven's Net and used the Thousand Li Button to escape. He was not blocked by the Heaven's Net, but was blocked by a large rock.
He should have already left the perimeter of Mount Han and rendezvoused with Mao Qiuyu and Linghai Zhiwang at the base of the mountain, but he was still in the mountains.
The several thousand rocks floating in the sky sealed off all of Mount Han, so he could not leave.
It was a boulder the size of a small hill, right in front of the mountain path.
Chen Chang Sheng's face was extremely pale. His internal injuries erupted and he spat out a mouthful of blood onto the stone.
The middle-aged scholar's distant finger was actually faintly superior to Zhu Luo's sword that he had seen in Xunyang City.
If not for the Yellow Paper Umbrella, he would definitely be dead.
Even so, a tear appeared on the surface of the Yellow Paper Umbrella.
Chen Chang Sheng looked at the blood on the rock and confirmed that there was no smell, but he still could not relax. Grabbing a handful of dirt from the ground and covering it, he swiftly rushed up the mountain path.
In his past battles, he very rarely fled, much less abandoned his companions. But today was different, because he had no chance of defeating the middle-aged scholar, or even slightly resisting him. Moreover, he was keenly aware that the middle-aged scholar's target was him, so the further he fled, the safer his companions would be.
So he fled, fled with abnormally firm resolve.
He used the Blazing Sword, ignited his true essence as if his life depended on it, and madly rushed up Mount Han with unimaginable speed.
In the mountains shrouded in darkness, a dragon of dust appeared and instantly traveled several li.
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The stream bank and the mountain path were all quiet.
The crowd looked at the cliff where the dust had settled, at the marks left behind by the collision, and they were all very shocked. Tang Thirty-Six and Zhexiu did not look, only stared at the middle-aged scholar by the stream bank. Even though their faces were pale, their hearts were filled with fear, and they knew that they would die in the next moment, they still stared.
The middle-aged scholar came to life and walked up the stream.
The Heavenstone array of Mount Han reacted and several hundred Heavenstones surrounded him.
Zhexiu and Tang Thirty-Six also moved at the same time, lunging at the middle-aged scholar. They naturally knew that they were no match for the middle-aged scholar, but he was clearly coming for Chen Changsheng. At this moment, he was assuredly pursuing Chen Changsheng, so every moment they could delay was a moment …
They had not been able to delay the middle-aged scholar, but they had not died.
Far from Xuelao City and in the human world, the middle-aged scholar's time was very precious, at least more precious than their lives, so he ignored them.
Zhexiu and Tang Thirty-Six were simply incapable of catching up to the middle-aged scholar's footsteps.
The middle-aged scholar seemed to be walking very slowly, but he instantly appeared on the distant mountain.
Most frightening of all was that he was actually carrying those several hundred Heavenstones with him as he walked.
Those Heavenstones possessed an unimaginable weight. At this moment, they were all on the scholar's body, yet they could not slow him down for even a moment.
Heavy booms came from the mountains, like thunder. Countless cliffs collapsed and the mountain path snapped.
This sight was very strange, very shocking, very frightening, very powerful.
With the departure of the middle-aged scholar and those Heavenstones, the snowstorm and pressure by the stream and the mountain path instantly vanished.
With a boom, the stream water was jolted off the ground, shot several hundred zhang into the sky, and then fell back down like rain.
The cliffs, the mountain path, and the grass fiercely shook, groans incessantly echoing through the air.
Those yellow lantern-like persimmons in the forest dropped to the ground. Whether they were ripe or unripe, they were all smashed into a pulp.
Just like the corpses and flesh by the stream.
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That large rock was still quietly floating there, very close to the ground. It seemed like a small mountain.
The middle-aged scholar was on the opposite cliff. He stretched out his hand and made a grabbing motion. The small mountain of rock flew over and landed in his hand.
Compared to this small mountain of rock, he seemed very insignificant, almost completely obscured by it.
A mountain had fallen into his hands. This sounded a little inappropriate, but it had really happened.
A cold wind suddenly blew through the darkness of the cliff, blowing away the dust on the rock and revealing the bloodstains that had not yet completely dried.
The middle-aged scholar lowered his head and sniffed at that place. His expression was still indifferent, but he slowly closed his eyes as if he was intoxicated.
"My son was indeed correct."
The middle-aged scholar opened his eyes and looked at the bloodstains on the rock. He revealed a faint smile, appearing very satisfied.
The mountains and rivers on his face seemed a little brighter, a little livelier.
In the next moment, the mountains and rivers dimmed a little.
Because he raised his brow.
It was not completely ripe, but it should be enough.
The hidden wounds left over from back then should be able to be completely healed.
He could finally put down his heavy burden and continue advancing towards the ultimate realm of grand freedom.
Thinking about this, thinking about these long years, even he could not help but feel somewhat emotional.
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