When the entire world thought that Chen Chang Sheng's life was very good, only he knew that he didn't have long to live.
When the whole world, including himself, thought he was dead, he survived.
He didn't die.
He lay in the rain at the peak of the Mausoleum of Books, his face pale and incomparably weak, but he did not die.
The entire world was silent, deathly still.
As the torrential rain wreaked havoc in the darkness and the incessant lightning terrifyingly illuminated the Mausoleum of Books, the Tianhai Divine Empress slapped her palm at Chen Changsheng's head. She did not want to kill him, but to save him.
At this moment, the rain had already become extremely light and silent.
The people in the capital were still asleep and had not woken up.
Daoist Ji stood on the rainy street and looked in the direction of the Mausoleum of Books. He thought to himself, just who is truly awake?
He did not expect that this matter would lead to such a change.
From six hundred years ago, from two hundred years ago, from twenty years ago, he had been preparing for tonight. He had been vigilant and planning for tonight.
For tonight, he had laid down countless contingencies, made the most perfect preparations. Whether the Tianhai Divine Empress killed Chen Changsheng or ate Chen Changsheng, it was all within his calculations.
The true killer of his scheme was still in the rainforest of the Mausoleum of Books, and no one had discovered it.
The Tianhai Divine Empress was the current master of the Great Zhou Dynasty. There was nothing wrong with her saying that the Mausoleum of Books was her home field.
But he was a legitimate successor of the Orthodoxy, and the Mausoleum of Books was also his home ground.
He had already made preparations. After she killed Chen Changsheng, he would reveal the truth of the entire matter and shake her soul and will. Then, he would use the infinite Holy Light released by Chen Changsheng's death to trigger the Heavenly Dao's response. He would sacrifice the starry sky and invite divine punishment to directly kill her on the spot.
But … Tian Hai didn't kill Chen Chang Sheng, nor did he eat Chen Chang Sheng.
Thus, even if he revealed the truth of the entire matter at this moment, he would not be able to break a crack in her Dao heart.
Chen Chang Sheng was still alive, so he naturally had no way of using the Holy Light within his body to summon the Divine Punishment.
There were many things that Daoist Ji didn't understand, for example, why did she save Chen Chang Sheng?
In the end, even a vicious tiger would not eat its cubs. No one believed that the Tianhai Divine Empress would care about this, at least not him.
Are you really not afraid of the backlash from the Heavenly Dao?
He looked into the distance calmly and silently. He understood something — the choice had been made, and the impact was just beginning to show.
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Chen Chang Sheng was most aware of the changes in his body and knew what had happened.
At the time, the furious storm had washed over his body, the snake-like lightning illuminating the pitch-black world. The Tianhai Divine Empress did not turn around. Her right hand, carrying with it countless storms and the power of mountains, directly fell on his head. The majestic power of the world and that incomparably ancient Qi poured into his body.
In an instant, it really was only an instant. In an instant, before he could even think, everything in his body shattered. Regardless of whether it was his internal organs that had countless cracks, his meridians that were already riddled with holes, or his Qi openings, they were all directly shattered and fused into his bones and blood.
Everything happened in an extremely short period of time, but to Chen Chang Sheng, it felt like a hundred years had already passed. In this short period of time that he didn't have time to think, he felt too much pain. This pain had countless forms, countless tastes, all mixed together, becoming countless small knives, through countless angles and methods, cutting towards the deepest part of his soul.
This was not the end, but the beginning.
In an instant, it really was only an instant, a moment that he didn't even have time to despair, everything in his body began to reform. Whether it was his internal organs that had split like flower petals, his meridians that had been severed like sand, or his shapeless Qi openings that were already too horrible to look at, under the combined effect of that majestic strength and ancient Qi, they began to condense and then take shape.
In that instant between these two moments, only the outside of his body was intact, but the inside had already become a sea of blood.
In the sea of blood, white lotuses gradually grew. Those were bones, and then corals grew. Those were flesh, and then branches grew. Those were meridians, and then leaves grew. Those were Qi openings.
The crushed internal organs, meridians, and Qi openings gradually reformed and returned to his body.
If someone could see this sight, they would definitely be shocked speechless by this miraculous sight.
To Chen Chang Sheng, who had endured all this, this was an extremely painful process.
To describe extreme pain, it was often described as pain entering the bone marrow, but his bone marrow had been shattered and then reformed into little rivulets.
There was another phrase: pain entering the heart, but his heart had also been shattered, and then it gradually floated back up in the sea of blood.
This was destruction, and also rebirth, or perhaps new life. This was a transformation of the heavens and the earth, a new appearance for the sun and moon, but it was all in one person's body.
Let alone him, not even Zhexiu would be able to endure this sort of pain.
In the storm of the capital, his cries of pain echoed. He was resisting this pain.
At the time, his mind had long since become numb from pain, on the verge of slackening. If this really was the case, then even if he woke up, he would still be an idiot.
The more likely conclusion was that his sea of consciousness would shatter, and in this process, he would noiselessly die.
It was very obvious that the Tianhai Divine Empress did not care if he could endure this or not. She was only doing what she wanted to do.
With an indifferent expression, she coldly gazed into the rainy night, her right hand lightly caressing his head, continuing to bestow the most benevolent grace and the cruelest torture.
Fortunately, perhaps because he had been tempered by the ocean of sword intent, perhaps because of Zhexiu's example, perhaps because on that night many days ago in the autumn forest of the Hundred Herb Garden, the Tianhai Divine Empress had once placed a drop of tea on his forehead, or perhaps because there had always been a tinge of unwillingness in the very depths of Chen Chang Sheng's soul, he had endured.
After what seemed like countless long nights, he woke up.
Some remnants of that majestic strength and the ancient ancientness still continued to travel back and forth in his body. The process was already over, but the pain still persisted. Countless extremely cold and real little knives indifferently traversed through his body, continuing to scrape at his bones and flesh, his mind and his will.
He was in extreme pain, and that was sourness.
He felt like from his head to his toes, every part of his body was being greedily gnawed at by countless ants.
He had no strength, not even able to open his eyes. He could only perform Meditative Introspection.
His spiritual sense moved, beginning to observe the changes in his body.
It was a somewhat familiar scene, but it had already undergone a massive transformation.
The lake suspended in the sky was still clear, the spirit mountain silent and lonely. The gate to the Ethereal Palace was already wide open, several yellow leaves on the stone steps in front of the gate. It seemed like it had been a very long time since anyone had come.
The wasteland was covered in a thin layer of snow, very loose, as if all it needed was a gust of wind to blow it away. It should have been the radiance of the stars that had just fallen.
In the original location of the snowy plains, there was a gradually melting snow-water slowly flowing through the plains. Those thin snow-water converged into a stream, then into a river, continuing forward.
In front of him … there were no broken cliffs, no dried-up riverbeds, and certainly no endless abyss. There was only … a flat plain!
(There was still a chapter tonight.)
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