The sword rose, the sword fell, the wind and snow raged.
Han Qing's sword was like the scenery on the snowy plains of midwinter, piercing into the starlight with extreme coldness.
With countless clear cracking sounds, countless stars were cut apart and chopped to pieces.
These stars were not real, just condensed starlight. Although they had been chopped to pieces by Han Qing's sword of snow and wind, they did not truly shatter. Instead, they became countless fragments of starlight.
In the night sky in front of the Divine Path, countless trails of shooting stars appeared. At the very front of each trail was an extremely tiny fragment of starlight.
Countless tails of starlight also appeared on the stone plateau and the waters of the canals, making them seem especially beautiful.
Those dense and fine shooting stars pierced through the fierce snowstorm and landed on Han Qing's body.
Papapapa! Like a torrential rain, like a sandstorm striking a tent, the surface of that ancient armor was instantly covered in countless tiny wounds.
The dust in the chinks of the armor was jolted into the air. The rust on the armor was gradually peeled off by the fragments of starlight, and one could even faintly make out a dark red color.
"Useless coward!"
Seeing that Guan Xingke's starlight had entered the snowstorm and taken the upper hand, Wuqiong Bi could no longer wait for her husband to strike first. With a grunt brimming with resentment, she swiftly rushed over.
Following her figure to the bottom of the Divine Path was a raging wave several hundred zhang high. It was an ice-cold seawater, a deathly stillness.
In a battle of the Divine Domain, if one wanted to win, one could not hold back. Her first move was her most powerful Daoist technique!
Rumble! The thunderous roar of the raging waves resounded through the Mausoleum of Books. Boundless blue waves slammed against Han Qing!
Han Qing's elderly face showed no emotion. He was like the roots of an old tree that had been cut down several hundred years ago.
The expression in his eyes also did not change. They were like an old well that had been dried up for several hundred years.
Even when facing the joint attack of the strongest Daoist techniques of two supreme experts, he still held the sword in his hand and chopped straight forward.
His sword came from the snowy plains of the north, cold and austere to the extreme.
The wind and snow blew violently, wanting to devour the countless tiny shooting stars, wanting to directly freeze the raging waves that were tens of thousands of feet high.
Could he do it?
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The world in front of the Mausoleum of Books's Divine Path was divided by three profound Qis, presenting three mystical scenes.
The night sky was divided into three parts. On one side was a sky full of shooting stars, on the other was a sky full of wind and snow, and on the other side was a sky full of blue waves.
In the distance, a little red flower was faintly discernible in the wind and snow, in the stardust, in the raging waves, bright as ever.
Countless snowflakes fell one after another, freezing the water in the canal, but it was broken by the tiny meteors. Then, the stagnant water with the aura of nirvanic extermination slapped over.
The rust marks on Han Qing's armor were completely wiped away by the small meteors. Then, it was washed by the endless seawater and became extremely bright.
The surface of the armor reflected the extremely complex rays of light created by the mixing of starlight and seawater, painting the night sky above the Mausoleum of Books with a layer of serene color.
With two muffled sounds, a mark left behind by a horsetail whisk appeared on the chest of the bright armor. Next to it was a star-like pattern that was about an inch deep and almost pierced through.
The blood that slowly flowed out from the chinks in the armor was instantly frozen into a flower of blood, like a coral of blood.
When simultaneously confronting the strongest attacks of two experts of the Divine Domain, no matter how profound Han Qing's cultivation was, he was still forced into a disadvantageous position. It seemed like he was about to enter a dangerous situation.
Yet behind the wind and snow, deep in the stardust, high in the blue waves, the little red flower continued to silently sway, clearly showing no intention of joining the battle.
Bie Yanghong suddenly raised his head and gazed at the peak of the Mausoleum of Books.
A look of astonishment appeared in his tranquil and clear eyes.
The Tianhai Divine Empress stood at the peak of the Mausoleum of Books. No matter how intense the battle below the Divine Path, her expression did not change in the slightest, not even a glance.
Her gaze rested on an extremely distant place, tens of thousands of li away.
Her soul was also tens of thousands of li away.
Tens of thousands of li away, by the stream near Xining Village's old temple, the monk suddenly opened his eyes and gazed across.
A night breeze blew through the trees, also ruffling the clothes of the peerlessly beautiful woman across the stream.
The Tianhai Divine Empress stood by the stream, yet she also seemed to no longer be there.
The monk slightly creased his brow. With a light wave of his sleeve, he threw the string of prayer beads in his hand into the stream.
With a splash, the prayer beads fell into the stream, but they did not sink. Instead, they suddenly scattered into several dozen beads that shot out in every direction.
Those blood lotuses swaying between the two Qis, struck by the buddhist beads, fiercely shook. As if pulled by invisible ropes, they slowly and arduously drifted to the other shore.
He had sensed something, so he did not hesitate to give up his string of magical beads to lock down the star radiance around the stream and keep her soul here.
The corners of the Tianhai Divine Empress's lips perked up, revealing a mocking smile. She also waved her sleeve.
The gentle night breeze fell upon the stream. Those blood lotuses drifting over could no longer advance. Those buddhist beads scattered across the stream like stars began to tremble for some reason.
When the night breeze fell silent, she had already vanished from the stream.
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Due to many considerations, the plains between the capital and Luoyang did not have much arable land. The vast majority of it was plains.
Late at night in early autumn, these plains that had just been drenched by a torrential rain were incomparably muddy and difficult to traverse. They were not much better than the great swamp to the northeast of White Emperor City.
To Daoist Ji, this was nothing.
After leaving the capital, he had been heading east. It didn't take long before he could faintly make out the outline of that majestic city.
Yet he did not continue forward. Instead, he stopped in the plains and glanced at the hourglass in his hand.
The upper half of the hourglass was almost empty. The flow of sand was very thin and seemed like it could be cut off at any moment.
He raised his head to the night sky.
The night sky that should have been densely packed with stars was now devoid of a single star, only an endless black.
At the edge of the night sky, one could faintly make out many fast-moving wisps of clouds. Only there could one see some silver radiance.
Those clouds incessantly tore at each other, entangled, and combined with the darkness in the center, forming a scene that grew clearer and clearer.
It was an incomparably massive Black Dragon, traversing the entire night sky like a mountain range.
The edges of this Black Dragon glowed with a silver light, giving off a particularly cold feeling.
Daoist Ji stood in the plains, gazing at the dragon formed from the night sky, his expression turning solemn.
Since the start of the battle, the Tianhai Divine Empress had finally determined his position.
He could even clearly sense that Tianhai's soul was currently returning from tens of thousands of li away. Tianhai at the peak of the Mausoleum of Books was also withdrawing her gaze.
If her gaze ultimately fell on this place, if her soul returned to her body, if she came here, then he would be forced to engage in a direct battle with her.
Even though she could be said to be at her weakest in the last two hundred years, he still did not want to engage in a direct battle with her.
Twenty years ago, he had already received enough lessons.
A clear light seeped out from the depths of his Daoist robe.
This clear light was extremely profound and holy, simply incapable of being described with human language.
His Daoist robe began to tremble, the cuffs of his sleeves trembling the most.
With a rip, the cuffs of his Daoist robe split open and ten-some extremely thin threads of cloth were pulled out by an invisible energy.
In the night sky, ten-some cracks appeared on the body of that Black Dragon that had clearly been formed from Daoist techniques, a clear light emerging from within.
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Her soul returned from tens of thousands of li away.
The Tianhai Divine Empress's Phoenix eyes grew even brighter.
She drew back her gaze from the distance, nor did she look at Luoyang, but at her feet.
An extremely clear Phoenix cry suddenly appeared in the Mausoleum of Books, resounding through the night sky!
This Phoenix cry was so tyrannical that besides it, all living things in the world actually dared not make a single sound!
The Tianhai Divine Empress vanished before Chen Changsheng's eyes.
Two black lights, like smoke and mist, suddenly appeared on the white Divine Path.
The edges of the black lights cut through space, giving off extremely sharp screeches.
These were the two wings of the Phoenix.
The Tianhai Divine Empress had finally revealed her strongest side in front of the world.
Nothing could be faster than her speed, whether it was sound, sight, or even thought.
She did not go to Luoyang. Instead, like a black lightning bolt, she landed on the stone plain below the Divine Path.
The pitch-black Phoenix wings fanned the night wind, but they also thickened the darkness.
In the pitch-black darkness, a pure white and sparkling finger extended out.
This finger calmly and irresistibly destroyed all the wind, snow, meteors, and seawater before it, pointing at the Daoist nun's forehead.
This finger abruptly appeared in the Daoist nun's eyes.
Wuqiong Bi's eyes surged with panic. Her originally beautiful face became distorted from shock and fear.
She shrieked in fear, her clothes violently flapping, stirring up ripples on the ground as she used the momentum to rapidly retreat.
At the same time, the horsetail whisk in her hand madly danced in front of her, scattering wave after wave of deathly stillness.
However, how could she avoid that finger?
This finger was very steady, very calm. No flames could be seen on its surface, yet it possessed the world's hottest temperature. This was the true fire of the Phoenix.
With a hiss, the deathly stillness of the waves was instantly evaporated into white mist and then rapidly dispersed.
The layers of water on the ground instantly evaporated and began to burn. The fire spread with incredible speed to Wuqiong Bi's feet, and with a boom, it ignited the hem of her Daoist robe!
The finger continued forward, calm and steady, yet incomparably vast. Even if there were thousands of mountains and tens of thousands of rivers in front of it, it would still have to make way.
Wuqiong Bi watched as the finger got closer and closer, her face ashen and filled with despair.
There was a light clap.
A little red flower appeared in front of Wuqiong Bi's forehead.
This little red flower was very soft, its petals lightly trembling in the wind. They were very bright, and a few drops of dew could even be seen on the petals. They were somewhat wet.
The finger fell on the little red flower. The petals trembled, the dew visibly evaporating, but at a much slower rate than the dissipation of the waves.
The true fire of the Heavenly Phoenix could burn away all things in the world.
The petals gradually softened and then withered, seeming particularly weary.
Ultimately, with a bang, they dissipated in the wind.
The finger also disappeared at the same time, and no one knew where it went.
Wuqiong Bi looked in a certain direction and shrieked, "Run!"
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The cold is so uncomfortable, I want to curse.
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