The darkness in front of the Mausoleum of Books suddenly faded, but it was not because the sun was about to rise, even though it was indeed very close to dawn. The reason why the night became lighter was because of the descent of a wisp of green. This smear of green was so dense, so exuberant with life that the autumn trees on the Mausoleum of Books and in the surrounding fields all felt somewhat ashamed of their inferiority and bent their branches even lower.
It was a pot of green leaves. The green leaves were plump and tender, and one could tell at a glance that they had been raised well. They never lacked nutrients or water. The surface of the leaves was very smooth, and one could tell at a glance that they were usually taken care of with great care. Even if a speck of dust landed on them, it would be wiped off in the shortest time possible by the most honorable old man with the most expensive silk handkerchief.
Chen Chang Sheng was very familiar with this Green Leaf, having seen it far too many times in Li Palace.
This Green Leaf had appeared in the night sky, so it was naturally together with the Pope.
The Pope's divine robe gently fluttered in the night wind.
The divine crown on his head glowed with a divine luster and was particularly eye-catching in the night.
A ripple came from Chen Chang Sheng's scabbard. He knew that the Divine Staff had sensed the arrival of its companion.
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The rain in the capital had stopped, but the rain in Luoyang had become violent.
On the wet wilderness, there were only two extremely faint footprints. Daoist Ji had already entered the city of Luoyang. Under the cover of the torrential rain, he arrived at the back gate of the Monastery of Eternal Spring.
The black dragon formed by the cloud-colored starlight in the night sky had also disappeared. On the streets of Luoyang, whistling sounds could be heard from time to time, and only a black light could be seen.
All of a sudden, the shrill whistling sound disappeared.
The black light disappeared in front of the Monastery of Eternal Spring.
A Jade Ruyi quietly floated in the torrential rain.
The horizontal board of the Monastery of Eternal Spring suddenly shattered into powder and was instantly washed away by the rain.
Moistened by the rain, the opening of the gate made no sound, just like the array intent that suddenly enveloped several streets.
Dozens of Taoist priests sat cross-legged in the heavy rain, closing their eyes and reciting Taoist scriptures.
Countless faintly discernible auras penetrated the torrential rain and formed fences, preventing the Ruyi jade from leaving.
Daoist Ji walked out of the torrential rain. He walked along the path of the Daoist temple that had stood for a thousand years and was already riddled with potholes. He arrived on the street.
He quietly looked at the Ruyi Jade.
Just like watching her.
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By the stream of Xining Village's old temple.
Whoosh.
It was as if a still stream had suddenly started to move.
That was because the monk had also put his other bare foot into the water.
The crashing sounds continued.
The monk calmly walked across the stream.
The stream wasn't deep, just knee-deep. The current wasn't rapid either, so even the blood lotuses couldn't be washed away. However, it was extremely difficult for him to walk. It was as if every step he took required him to break through an enormous obstacle.
Perhaps it was because she was standing across the stream.
She was very tall and mighty, and the pressure of her aura could pierce straight into one's heart.
The monk calmly continued forward.
His spiritual power was very close to hers. If he took the initiative to approach her now, he would have to endure more pain and pressure. He would be at a disadvantage and be in more danger.
But he still continued forward, persevering and fearless.
Finally, he walked in front of her.
The Tianhai Divine Empress calmly gazed at him and asked, "Was it worth it?"
The monk said, "It's worth it, because now, you can't go back."
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Under countless gazes, the Tianhai Divine Empress raised her right hand towards the night sky.
The capital in the night sky suddenly resounded with a low hum. Fierce winds howled, the result of air being rapidly expelled.
The trees of the Mausoleum of Books slightly bent in the wind.
A spear transformed into a stream of light, piercing through the darkness and arriving in the Mausoleum of Books, falling into the Tianhai Divine Empress's hand.
The spear was pitch-black, its surface suffused with a faint layer of gold. However, it did not give off a luxurious feeling, only an incomparably somber feeling.
This gold was not the luster of gold, but the color of the autumn forest.
Besides the somber killing intent and the color of the autumn forest concealed within the black spear, there was nothing too special about the spear's outer appearance.
But everyone who saw this spear could sense the boundless strength and invincible divine might contained within it.
The crowd was shocked, then awed.
The Frost God Spear!
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The Tianhai Divine Empress gazed at the Frost God Spear in her hand, her gaze falling on the handprint on the spear shaft. At the same time, she saw that extremely small smear of dark green.
Her brows slightly rose, a tinge of anger appearing in her eyes.
With a thought, a golden flame sprayed from her palm. In an instant, the Peacock Plume poison on the Frost God Spear was completely burned away.
Then, with a wave of her hand, she threw the Frost God Spear down the Divine Path.
Seeing her actions, the experts surrounding the Mausoleum of Books jumped in fright. One by one, they used their supreme techniques, transforming into countless blurs as they retreated even further away.
In the next moment, they realized that the Tianhai Divine Empress was not attacking them. Their actions were rather comical and laughable.
The Frost God Spear transformed into a stream of light and landed in the ruins at the end of the Divine Path, where Divine General Han Qing gripped it.
The Tianhai Divine Empress gave him no orders. She gazed at the Pope walking out of the darkness.
Han Qing had broken into the Divine Domain two years ago, so his grasp of the laws and principles of the world was still somewhat lacking. However, when he had killed Zhu Luo with a single strike, his momentum was at its peak. Coupled with the Frost God Spear in his hand, he was completely capable of fighting against experts on the level of the Storms of the Eight Directions, perhaps even holding the upper hand.
Bie Yanghong was heavily injured and probably powerless to fight. Wuqiong Bi's courage had been shattered. Even if Wuqiong Bi's mental state suddenly recovered and exploded with her true strength, even if Mao Qiuyu, Mu Jiushi, and those elders of the various sects hidden in the darkness displayed strength that surpassed their expectations, he would still be able to last until then.
At that time, she would be able to defeat these three most powerful opponents.
Yes, from the very start, the Tianhai Divine Empress had decided this.
She would first deal with Guan Xingke and Bie Yanghong, two rather troublesome foes, and then clean up the surroundings of the Mausoleum of Books.
Afterwards, she prepared to use her own strength to fight against the Pope, Shang Xingzhou, and that distant monk from the Sacred Light Continent.
The Pope, Shang Xingzhou, and that monk by the stream were all experts on a higher level than the Storms of the Eight Directions. Based on the division of strength of the continent, they were all Saints.
With such an array of forces, even if Zhou Dufu, Chen Xuanba, or Emperor Taizong were resurrected, they would probably still find it very dangerous.
But even if she had to defy the heavens and change fate for Chen Changsheng, even if she was no longer at her peak, she was still brimming with confidence.
In the night sky, a peal of thunder boomed.
A wind passed through the forest, through the rainwater on the leaves, arriving at the Tianhai Divine Empress's side and lingering around her, lightly ruffling her hair and clothes …
She still stood on the peak of the Mausoleum of Books, but she had already gone elsewhere.
In the night sky that was not obscured by clouds, the originally dazzling and beautiful multitude of stars suddenly lost all their splendor, because a shadow had appeared between the heavens and the earth.
It was an incomparably vast pair of black wings that seemed to envelop the entire world, gloomy to the extreme, yet majestic to the extreme.
The peal of thunder was the clear cry of the Black Phoenix.
The black Heavenly Phoenix and the Pope's figure simultaneously vanished into the clouds high up in the night sky.
All the starlight was torn to shreds and all the clouds began to rapidly churn and twist.
Countless bolts of lightning incessantly lit up in the depths of the thick clouds.
The crowd could faintly make out two figures in the clouds. Amidst the lightning bolts, they traveled at unimaginable speeds, but it was impossible to clearly make out what they were doing.
And then there was the rumbling of countless peals of thunder.
The lightning was the heavenly secrets triggered by two Saints.
The thunder was the ripples caused by the clash of two Saints.
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An earthquake suddenly occurred in Luoyang.
From the Peony Garden to the Lotus Fragrance Pavilion, all the buildings within a twenty-some li were on the verge of collapse. Countless cracks appeared on the streets and dust rose in all directions. The people who had been startled out of their sleep cried and shrieked as they fled in all directions, yet they did not know which direction they should go into the darkness.
Ten-some Daoists collapsed in the rain, their fates unknown. Their bodies were covered in bricks or broken wood. The Monastery of Eternal Spring had already been reduced to ruins, no longer looking the same as before.
The jade ruyi had not been able to break this Daoist array, but it had never thought about breaking the array and leaving. Just a moment ago, it had broken through the heavy curtains of rain and met Daoist Ji's finger in the darkness.
Two profound and incomprehensible Qis met, two supreme Daoist techniques. In this meeting, they each released their most powerful might. The Qi of the world in Luoyang was twisted like a mountain on the verge of collapse, a sea on the verge of drying up. Even the starry sky behind the rain and clouds began to tremble!
The earth quaked and the curtains of rain became illusory. Daoist Ji's finger incessantly trembled, and so did the jade ruyi. Bits of it seemed to be peeling off, smashing countless deep holes in the ground.
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Behind Xining Village's old temple.
The monk walked across the stream and arrived in front of her.
He calmly gazed at her, then raised his right hand and pointed at the space between her eyebrows.
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This battle had taken place in the Mausoleum of Books, had taken place in Luoyang, had taken place tens of thousands of li away in Xining.
Three Saints had simultaneously attacked the Tianhai Divine Empress.
The Tianhai Divine Empress had used her body, Dao, and soul to fight separately.
Even the officials who had the most confidence in her knew that this was the most critical moment.
Chen Changsheng was not far behind her and could see it all the clearest.
He didn't do anything. He just looked at everything.
Logically speaking, he naturally belonged to the Orthodoxy's faction, should have stood against the Tianhai Divine Empress. He and she were not mother and son, but the reason he could live was all because of her.
Anyone else would probably not know what to choose.
And he was currently very tired and simply did not want to make any choice.
Yes, he had lived, and it seemed like he could live for a very long time. But the world in which he could live no longer seemed to have anything to do with him.
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The darkness in front of the Mausoleum of Books was torn apart by many figures flying through the air.
The wind howled like the mightiest of arrows, the starlight snapped and deformed as if the Heavenly Tome Monoliths were doing something.
Wuqiong Bi put down the heavily injured Bie Yanghong, her face brimming with resentment as she gazed at the ruins below the Divine Path. After all, she was still one of the Storms of the Eight Directions. In the end, she still had an extremely powerful fighting strength.
Mao Qiuyu, Mu Jiushi, and the other Prefects of the Orthodoxy also came to the front of the Divine Path.
The wind rustled the white paper. Xiao Zhang, covered in blood, had arrived.
The hidden experts of the noble clans and sects were still silently waiting in the darkness, not moving.
At least half of the experts of the human world had appeared in front of the Mausoleum of Books. No matter how powerful Han Qing was, even if he wielded the Frost God Spear, how could he resist such a force?
Suddenly, Han Qing found an object in the ruins of the pavilion. He used his palm to wipe away the dust — it was a lunchbox. Inside was rice and preserved meat stir-fried with green peppers.
Then, he did something that no one would have thought he would do.
He began to eat.
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(What's wrong with you? Don't be sick. These past few days have been miserable for me. It's nothing. Don't go without food. Everyone, take care of your bodies.)
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