Last autumn, on the first day of the All-School Martial Exhibition, Chen Chang Sheng broke through Zhou Ziheng's Star Domain in front of the Tradition Academy's gate. Using the unfinished sword momentum, he brought Tang Thirty Six and Xuan Yuan Po and drove a long carriage straight into the alley of the Northern Military Department. They arrived at the courtyard where the begonia flowers had fallen and directly asked Zhou Tong to let them go.
At the time, Zhou Tong had looked at them expressionlessly, and they had seen the sea of blood.
Regardless of whether it was him or Tang Thirty-Six, neither of them could endure the mental pressure and pain, almost collapsing. Even after leaving this courtyard for a long time, they still could not forget the fear and terror brought about by that sea of blood. And at that time, Zhou Tong had only released a portion of his pressure, not directly attacking like he was doing now.
It must be known that when Zhou Tong used the secret technique of the Great Crimson Gown with all his strength, even if his opponent was an upper level Star Condensation expert, probably only an abnormal human like Painted Armor Xiao Zhang, who was constantly in a state of madness, would not be affected in any way. Even a person like Liang Wangsun would choose to temporarily guard his mind.
Chen Chang Sheng was only at the peak of Ethereal Opening. No matter how stable and powerful his divine sense was, no matter how much improvement he had made in this one year, how could he withstand this sea of blood?
From the looks of it, either his consciousness would be directly destroyed by Zhou Tong's mental attack, or he would be lucky enough to maintain his consciousness. He had to withdraw his sword and retreat, doing his best to get as far away as possible.
To cultivators, Zhou Tong's sea of blood was a sea of bitterness. If they couldn't escape it, then they could only sink into oblivion.
But even if he chose to put away his sword and leave, could he really leave this courtyard?
No one had expected what happened next.
Chen Chang Sheng's face was pale, but he didn't choose to escape, nor did he collapse.
His body turned from illusory to solid, and his speed became many times slower, but he still held his sword and stabbed forward.
He felt as if he was walking in a waist-deep sea of viscous blood. Although it was difficult and slow, he did not stop.
Zhou Tong's pupils constricted as he gazed at the bright light that was gradually tearing apart the sea of blood, the bright sword glow coming from the Stainless Sword!
Why was Chen Chang Sheng's divine sense so strong!?
More than two years ago, there was only Chen Chang Sheng in the Tradition Academy.
He chose his Fated Star in the library. His Soul Consciousness swaggered up to the nine heavens, reaching the depths of the Sea of Stars.
At the time, the Divine Empress and Mo Yu had a conversation on the Dew Platform.
His divine sense was very strong, but it wasn't exaggerated. What truly stood out was that his expression was very calm.
Peace was the only way to achieve greatness.
They could travel as far as they wanted.
Now, besides being tranquil, his divine sense was even more tenacious.
In this one year, he had used the ten thousand sword wills in the Vault Sheath to cleanse his consciousness countless times.
His soul consciousness had crossed the ocean of sword intent countless times and touched the black stone tablet on the other side, but he had never lost his way.
How could Zhou Tong's sea of blood cause his consciousness to sink into it?
He also wore a string of stone pearls on his wrist. There were not many stone pearls, but each one was a Heavenly Tome Monolith. At this moment, these stone pearls were faintly glowing, protecting his Dao heart.
Apart from these reasons, the most important one was still himself.
His mental state was at the absolute peak of his seventeen years of life.
He knew he was going to die, and he walked towards it.
He faced death to live, and once he calmed down, he was fearless.
Very few people could have such an experience. Of course, he believed that no one would want to have such an experience.
It could even be said that he had already seen through life and death, at least in these past few days.
So he was able to resist Zhou Tong's secret mental attack, able to persevere through the sticky and terrifying sea of blood. At the end, the sword glow finally illuminated the room, the sword energy finally cleaved a path through the sea of blood, arriving in front of Zhou Tong!
Zhou Tong's deep and serene eyes were illuminated by the sword glow, a hint of regret faintly visible.
He knew that Chen Changsheng's cultivation in the path of the sword was extremely profound, so he did not want to tangle with Chen Changsheng in this aspect. He only wanted to use his most powerful technique to resolve everything in the shortest amount of time possible, so he did not hesitate to allow Chen Changsheng to increase his sword intent, choosing to use a secret mental technique to attack through space. Yet he had not expected Chen Changsheng's spiritual sense to be so powerful that it could forcibly block the Great Crimson Gown and break through the sea of blood. As a result, that incomparably sharp sword had already arrived in front of him.
A sliver of wariness appeared in Zhou Tong's eyes.
Even an upper level Star Condensation expert could not ignore the sword in Chen Changsheng's hand.
From the snowy plains to Xunyang City, from the capital to Mount Han, from Xue He to Liang Hongzhuang, from Lin Pingyuan to Zhou Ziheng, far too many Star Condensation experts had been defeated by Chen Changsheng's sword.
But there was still no fear in Zhou Tong's eyes, because he was no ordinary Star Condensation expert, he was a peak Star Condensation expert!
His cultivation was much higher than Chen Changsheng's. Even if he had a problem with his response and allowed Chen Changsheng's sword to arrive in front of him, he still had nothing to worry about.
Because the space in front of him was his world.
Countless stars began to shine from within the blood-red official's gown. They were not silver, but also the color of blood.
The sea of blood that enveloped Zhou Prison suddenly receded like a receding tide, then condensed into a sphere of blood.
This sphere of blood was so real, like it had really been condensed from fresh blood.
The crabapple tree in the courtyard regained its green color, but as if it had fallen ill, countless leaves began to fall.
Countless dried-up insect corpses appeared in the cracks of the stone steps.
Zhou Tong's body was immersed in this sphere of blood, an extremely bizarre sight.
This sphere of blood was his Star Domain.
This was his world.
Zhou Tong's face was very pale, faintly discernible in and out of the blood, sometimes sinking and sometimes floating.
The blood began to boil, emitting an unpleasant stench of blood. Anyone who smelled this stench would easily lose their soul and sink into a state of madness until their soul left their body and died.
Cheng Jun had retreated to the back of the room, so he was not affected. As he watched this sight, his eyes were filled with fear.
Chen Changsheng had bathed in dragon blood and his Stainless Body had always been special, so he was not affected. He continued to stab at the sphere of blood.
Zhou Tong's pale face was even more distinct in the mist of blood. He stared at the sword glow and Chen Changsheng, his eyes indifferent.
The Star Domain of the peak of Star Condensation could be said to be infinitely close to perfection. There was almost no weak spot, let alone a hole.
How could Chen Changsheng's sword break through this sea of blood?
The Stainless Sword was clearly stabbing at Zhou Tong's throat, but no one noticed that in the space above them, a sword glow had appeared!
Swish! The sword glow pierced through the sea of blood, stabbing straight at his left eye!
Zhou Tong's callous lips emitted a fierce howl as his sleeves swiftly danced!
The crimson official's robe incessantly trembled, like the waves of a sea of blood. The immortal birds and monsters drawn on the official's robe seemed to come to life. From the depths of the sea of blood surged an innumerable number of faceless and bodiless vengeful spirits. With mournful and resentful shrieks, they lunged at the sword image.
The bright sword glow easily tore those vengeful spirits to pieces and continued forward, stabbing into Zhou Tong's left shoulder!
With a light swish, a jet of blood shot out!
The perfect Star Domain of a peak Star Condensation expert had actually been broken!
Looking at this scene that was completely impossible, Cheng Jun's face paled, his body trembled, and he was completely unable to speak.
Yes, this was originally something that should not have happened, but when the person wielding the sword was Chen Chang Sheng, this kind of thing seemed to become understandable.
Without the slightest exaggeration, in the countless years from the distant past to the present, he was the one who had used his Ethereal Opening body to surpass cultivation levels and break through Star Condensation.
This was because in the Mausoleum of Books, he had understood the relationship between the multitude of stars in the sky and the Star Domain of cultivators. In the wastelands of the north, Su Li had taught him a sword style, giving him a pair of wise eyes that could see through the Star Domain.
The Intellectual Sword was a sword style or combat method that consumed a great deal of spiritual sense and mental strength. It was a method that Su Li had taught him specifically for breaking through the Star Domain.
The key point of this sword style was to comprehend the relationship between the starry sky and living beings, thereby calculating the holes in a cultivator's Star Domain.
Chen Changsheng's experience of comprehending the monoliths in the Mausoleum of Books was different from others, so although his calculating abilities were inferior to Xu Yourong's and Su Li's, his comprehension of the Intellectual Sword was not any weaker.
Starting from the Plum Garden Inn, he had always been calculating in order to find, or perhaps guess, the weak point of Zhou Tong's sea of blood.
His sword had long since been unsheathed, so how could it miss?
Blood flew, sword intent exploded, and the temperature in the courtyard rapidly rose. Chen Changsheng knew that there was an enormous gap between his and Zhou Tong's true cultivation levels. Once he succeeded, he did not dare to tarry. Using his spiritual sense, he ignited the star radiance and fragments in his body, transforming them into an unimaginable amount of true essence that surged forward through the Stainless Sword!
The Stainless Sword grew even brighter, exuding a pure and holy white light and heat, as if it would destroy Zhou Tong's life force in the next moment. Yet in the next moment, this scene did not occur … the straight sword had clearly pierced through the sea of blood, stabbed into Zhou Tong's body, but now it seemed to stab into nothingness, as if there was nothing before the edge of the sword!
Zhou Tong's true body was actually not in the sea of blood!
His crimson official's robe lightly fluttered in the night wind. At some point, he had floated into the air above the room, exuding a bloody and terrifying pressure!
A ball of blood appeared in the palm of his right hand. Was this his Star Domain of the sea of blood?
The Star Domain was the most powerful defensive method of Star Condensation cultivators. It could be said to be their world. Just who could leave their own world and then grasp that world in their hands?
Chen Changsheng had seen similar records in the Daoist Canon, but he had never encountered it in a real battle. This was the first time he had seen such a scene.
Zhou Tong had left his own world, transforming the Star Domain of the sea of blood into a ball of blood in his palm.
This also meant that although Chen Changsheng had gone through incomparably complicated and arduous calculations to use the Intellectual Sword to destroy his opponent's Star Domain, he was already incapable of harming his opponent's body. On the contrary, his sword had entered the sea of blood, which was equivalent to being grasped in Zhou Tong's hand, making it impossible for him to stab forward.
Through the feeling transmitted back to him by the edge of the sword, Chen Changsheng very quickly confirmed this chilling fact.
Zhou Tong looked down at him from above, expressionlessly asking, "This is that sword?"
From the moment he decided to kill Chen Changsheng, even before last summer, he had begun to collect all the information on Chen Changsheng. That carriage had always been parked in Hundred Flowers Lane. He knew what Chen Changsheng had done in the wilderness and in Xunyang City. He knew that Su Li had taught him three sword styles, and he even knew that the key to one of these sword styles lay in calculation.
Since he knew, as the continent's most famous schemer, a powerful figure skilled in scheming, how could he not calculate how Chen Changsheng would attack?
The sea of blood that he had spread out was real, and the fact that it had been broken by Chen Changsheng was also real. His response had been very risky, even though he had already prepared a backup plan.
All of this had been for a single goal.
He wanted to cripple Chen Changsheng's sword.
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