The Mausoleum of Zhou spanned the heavens and earth, and also spanned between the two of them.
Separated by several hundred zhang, they were only a small black dot in each other's field of vision.
But they could clearly see each other's features and the emotions in their eyes.
They didn't even need to look at each other to know what the other was thinking.
No matter how unfamiliar they had been in the past few years, they were still master and disciple who had lived together in the temple for ten-some years.
After some time, Shang Xingzhou said, "He's already dead."
Chen Changsheng replied, "I don't know how your story ended, but I know that his body is not in this mausoleum."
Shang Xingzhou said, "Given that brute's personality, if he was still alive, how could he endure the loneliness and not come out to make trouble?"
Chen Changsheng was quiet for a while, then said, "Yes, he should be dead, or else Emperor Taizong would not have been at ease."
"This is your final move? Using him to scare me off? "
Shang Xingzhou looked at him and mocked, "Truly childish."
Chen Changsheng replied, "Yes, I just wanted to scare you."
Shang Xingzhou asked, "Is there any meaning to it?"
Chen Changsheng replied, "Seeing Sir's appearance just now was truly very interesting."
After saying this, he began to laugh, appearing very happy.
For him, this was a very rare display of emotion.
From this, one could tell that he was speaking the truth.
The truth was the most hurtful.
After coming to the capital from Xining Village, whether it was the Divine General of the East's granny, maid, or madam, or the students of the Ivy Academies, or even Tang Thirty-Six, they had all been hurt by Chen Changsheng's truth. Even Shang Xingzhou, his master, found it somewhat difficult to bear.
Shang Xingzhou's eyes grew even colder.
He gazed at Chen Changsheng at the end of the mausoleum and took a step forward.
In the Garden of Zhou, he could not use the power of the laws above the Divine Domain, so he naturally could not ignore space.
He could not directly reach Chen Changsheng.
In reality, the distance he took with this step was neither too far nor too close. It was just one step.
The wind rose from beneath his feet.
His blue Daoist robe straightened.
Several hundred faintly discernible rays of light followed the mausoleum and surged towards the main gate of the Mausoleum of Zhou.
The wind howled and the surrounding wilderness was covered in dust, gradually blotting out the sun. The world became gloomy.
In this gloomy world of light, countless dense and clear cutting sounds could be heard.
Countless straight and deep marks appeared on the surface of the tomb and the boulders on both sides.
Some of the boulders turned black at a speed visible to the naked eye. Then, they melted and were blown into the finest sand by the wind.
The clear light seemed ordinary, but in reality, it contained the principles of the flow of all things. It was a concrete manifestation of the Dao, and it possessed unimaginable power.
Shang Xingzhou attacked with all his might and thousands of Dao techniques were within. How could Chen Changsheng fight against him?
On the other side of the plains, the Monster Bull and the Mountain-toppling Fiend slowly stood up, transforming into two small black mountains.
What was strange was that these two terrifying beasts didn't go to Chen Chang Sheng's aid. Instead, they retreated into the sandstorm that filled the sky.
Due to the obstruction of the Mausoleum of Zhou, Shang Xingzhou was unable to see this sight, nor was he able to see the ground that was exposed after the Monster Bull and Mountain-toppling Fiend left.
Those two massive beasts had been silently guarding the north face of the Mausoleum of Zhou precisely to block the ground.
Those were four altar-like objects. They were already extremely damaged, but one could still vaguely make out that they were originally stele bases.
Suddenly, the gales in the wilderness and the grasslands further away disappeared, as did the sandstorm.
The warm sun reappeared at the edge of the grassland, hanging there quietly.
The Mausoleum of Zhou became incomparably quiet.
Those tens of thousands of Dao techniques that represented the supreme principles of the world suddenly vanished.
A string noiselessly snapped. Four stone pearls fell from Chen Changsheng's wrist and rolled down the path of the mausoleum.
These stone pearls appeared very ordinary, with nothing special about them. There was also nothing mystical about the way they fell. As they rolled down the path, they made a rolling sound, and when they collided with the boulders, they made a crisp sound. It was like they would fall into the cracks between the boulders, never to roll out again, or shatter into pieces.
Whether it was in terms of probability or laws, this was a very likely occurrence.
But none of this happened.
The four stone pearls rolled down the path of the mausoleum, over the boulders. They seemed to have no purpose, but they accurately headed for the four altars in the north face of the Mausoleum of Zhou. It was like in the process of rolling down, the four stone pearls had bestowed upon themselves some sort of meaning or purpose.
With the passage of time, disorder tended to become order, chance becoming necessity. This was completely against the laws and principles of the world.
Perhaps it was because these four stone pearls were existences that surpassed the laws of the world?
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It was completely unreasonable, yet it also gave off the feeling that it was only right and proper.
The four stone pearls arrived at the bottom of the Mausoleum of Zhou and separately fell into the four altars.
The wind stirred once more, and then suddenly became chaotic. Accompanied by a particularly vast and profound feeling, the four monoliths appeared between the heavens and the earth.
The earth trembled uneasily, and the incomprehensible howls of monsters came from the plains.
The surfaces of these black monoliths were very smooth, carved with complex and incomprehensible patterns, as if they possessed some sort of magical power from the void.
These were the Heavenly Tome Monoliths that Zhou Dufu had taken from the Mausoleum of Books.
The light of the sky and the wind of the plains poured into the surface of the Heavenly Tome Monoliths, and then vanished.
Countless bits of grass and gravel also went with them, but they did not disappear.
As if time was flowing backwards, the sand gradually wrapped around the Heavenly Tome Monoliths, transforming them into stone pillars. The surface even seemed to be eroded by the wind and rain.
Shang Xingzhou looked at Chen Changsheng and said, "These Heavenly Tome Monoliths really did fall into your hands."
Chen Changsheng replied, "Yes."
Other than the two reasons he had chosen to challenge Shang Xingzhou in the Garden of Zhou, there was another reason.
At his current level of cultivation, it was simply impossible for him to comprehend the ultimate mysteries of the Heavenly Tome Monoliths, so he naturally could not use them.
When he encountered the Demon Lord in the mountains and the Angel of Sacred Light in White Emperor City, he could only treat the Heavenly Tome Monoliths as indestructible weapons of infinite weight.
Only in the Garden of Zhou could he use at least a portion of the Heavenly Tome Monoliths' true strength.
Because this place had the sacrificial altar and the array that Zhou Dufu had set up.
The stone pillars that the Heavenly Tome Monoliths had become were not stable. The surface constantly cracked and then reformed.
Countless ancient and ancient Qis seeped out from those cracks, transforming into terrifying clear lights.
Four clear lights floated down from the sky, precisely where Shang Xingzhou was.
"You think that you can defeat me like this?"
Shang Xingzhou turned his palm and slapped upwards.
He stood on the ground, but when he extended his hand, he seemed to touch the dome of the sky.
There was a light clap.
The clear light flowed through the sky.
Shang Xingzhou's face paled, but his expression remained indifferent.
"Now it's time for you to choose."
As the clear light flowed, several extremely thin cracks appeared in the dome of the sky.
From the depths of the plain came the terrified shrieks of the herd of beasts. Perhaps they were recalling the day when the Garden of Zhou was on the verge of destruction.
If Chen Changsheng continued to use the Heavenly Tome Monoliths to attack Shang Xingzhou, he had a high chance of winning.
But there was also a chance that the Garden of Zhou would be destroyed before that.
This was the choice that Chen Changsheng had to make.
At this moment, he truly missed those swords.
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(I'm gradually getting better. Thank you for your concern.) (To be continued …)
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