By the stream of Xining Village's old temple, the starry sky was obscured. Everything was dark and quiet.
The Tianhai Divine Empress's soul was in the world. Those stars that occasionally peeked out seemed like decorations on her clothes.
She looked down at the monk in the stream with an indifferent expression, as if she was looking at an ant.
It was very quiet by the stream, and the lonely peak in the mist was also very quiet. At this moment, it was almost deathly still.
On the still surface of the stream, there were burning fragments of the blood lotus. There were also many blood lotus fragments on the monk's body. His monk robes were torn and his flesh was cracked. Holy light bloomed like a flower.
An indescribable divine might descended from the sky, crushing the holy light emitted by the monk like a firefly.
In the dimming holy light, the monk's expression became more and more tranquil.
Heavily injured by the Tianhai Divine Empress's soul, his entire body was covered in blood, his face also covered in blood, yet there was no other emotion in his serene eyes, besides pity.
Who was he pitying? This world that he had not returned to for a long time, or was it the distant foreign continent? Or was it his clansmen?
No, he was currently looking at the Tianhai Divine Empress, so the pity in his eyes was for her.
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In Luoyang, Daoist Ji was also looking at the Tianhai Divine Empress.
The night was filled with fog. It was like a fairyland or a kingdom of the dead. She was nowhere to be seen.
Her supreme Daoist technique formed the shape of a phoenix in the fog and tore through the air.
The Misty Phoenix's claw landed on his Dao Sword, and its beak pecked his face like lightning.
There were countless lines on his face, and each line represented a Dharma and Logos of the world.
As the sharp beak of the Mist Phoenix fell, a voice filled with fear resounded in the night sky.
The clear light scattered in all directions, the Dao technique was completely shattered. The lines on his face twisted one after another, like wrinkles, like old wood. Fresh blood emerged from nothingness, and then splashed into the darkness.
Daoist Ji gazed at this misty phoenix. There was no expression on his face, no wariness, no pity, only calmness.
This kind of extreme calmness was terrifying, because it was as if he was looking at a dead person.
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Outside the Mausoleum of Books, the southern part of the capital was already a vast expanse of water. Countless pieces of gravel and trash floated on the dirty surface of the water, as well as corpses.
The Pope stood in the puddles, allowing the dirty water to submerge his knees and wet his Divine Robe. His face was so pale that it seemed transparent, and it was also those wrinkles that made him seem particularly sorrowful.
He held the Green Leaf in his arms. His gaze passed through the sea of lotuses around the mausoleum and landed on the figure on the peak.
In the Pope's eyes, the vast sea of stars rapidly dimmed out of shock and then became even more sorrowful.
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By the stream near Xining Village's old temple, the starlight suddenly brightened, the stream water also brightened, and then it began to flow.
The treetops by the stream also began to sway in the night wind. The blood lotus fell from the monk's body onto the stream's surface and continued to burn before gradually turning into ashes.
Everything changed from stillness to movement the moment the starlight suddenly lit up.
There were still not too many sounds between heaven and earth. The innumerable lives on the lonely peak in the mist were kneeling on the ground, trembling, not daring to look towards the stream bank at all. Naturally, they didn't know why the starlight had brightened.
The reason why the starlight became brighter was because a crack had appeared on the figure that spanned between heaven and earth. As a result, some of the stars that had been covered were revealed.
This crack was very large, large enough to contain several mountains. Looking from the ground, it seemed like a large hole had been torn in the night sky.
Star radiance spilled out from this large hole, looking just like blood.
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In Luoyang.
The Daoist monastery had already been reduced to ruins.
Daoist Ji stood in front of the ruins, the countless lines on his face already bent and even broken. He also seemed like a ruin.
His face was still devoid of expression. He only quietly gazed at the Phoenix that had appeared in the mist.
The misty Phoenix's two wings were already fully unfurled, spanning two long streets. As they flapped, rubble flew from the eaves, and then they stopped.
The bolt of lightning in the night sky had vanished without a trace. The Phoenix's beak had left the Daoist sword, and one could faintly see a hint of shattering in the Phoenix's eyes.
Perhaps it was because in the center of the misty Phoenix's body, below those two wings, a large hole had appeared.
White mist, blazing mist, and cold mist, slowly flowed out from that large hole, looking just like blood.
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The peak of the Mausoleum of Books.
The green leaf left the surface of the Heavenly Tome Monoliths, slowly and heavily retreating into the darkness. It looked like a heavily injured bird that found it difficult to fly.
Very few people could clearly see that this green leaf had suffered extremely severe damage. Two-thirds of its surface had been shattered, only held together by the thin veins of the leaf. It was a very wretched sight.
No one was looking at this green leaf. Everyone was looking at the Tianhai Divine Empress, shocked speechless.
The Tianhai Divine Empress gazed tens of thousands of li away at Xining Village, gazed at Luoyang, and then looked at the capital. A tinge of perplexity appeared in her beautiful Phoenix eyes, which then transformed into a hint of pain.
The black Phoenix wings were already unfurled, slowly flapping behind her.
That lotus sea, those lotus flowers, that ancient aura. Just a moment ago, they had arrived in front of her, and then they had been fanned into the nine heavens by the black Phoenix wings.
Even though she had been using her strongest move to deal with the strongest attacks of the three Saints, she had still held back, not giving her enemies any chance to take advantage of her weakness.
But she had not expected that Bie Yanghong and Wuqiong Bi, who had attacked with the resolve to die, would still not be the enemy's final move.
To put it more accurately, she had not expected that the final enemy would be.
The faint perplexity and pain in her eyes completely vanished in the next moment, leaving only indifference.
She looked at her body.
A spear had pierced through her body, tearing a large hole in her abdomen.
This spear seemed very ordinary, its surface devoid of any decorations and pitch-black.
This was naturally no ordinary spear, or else how could it have pierced through her body?
Fresh blood gushed out from the gaping wound, like mist, but also like starlight.
The spear began to burn, spraying out countless bewitching fragments of starlight. At the same time, it exuded an extremely profound and somber aura.
The Tianhai Divine Empress lowered her head to look at the spear that had pierced through her body. "This is Autumn Slaying?"
Without waiting for an answer, she continued, somewhat sorrowfully, "It's been many years since I've seen it."
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Whether it was the Tianhai Divine Empress at the peak of the Mausoleum of Books or everyone at the base of the mausoleum, they all knew that this spear was the Frost God Spear of the Tier of Legendary Weapons.
The Autumn Slaying that the Tianhai Divine Empress spoke of was naturally not the name of the spear.
This was the spear technique of the Frost God Spear, the supreme divine technique that Emperor Taizong had used to dominate the world.
Ever since Emperor Taizong returned to the sea of stars, the Frost God Spear had remained hidden in the Imperial Palace. As for Autumn Slaying, it had never appeared in the mortal world again.
Only tonight had it finally seen the light of day in Han Qing's hands.
As it turned out, this spear that was bound to life and death did not go to the depths of the lotus sea, nor to the green leaves, and certainly not to the old monastery in the ancient capital. It was still that old temple tens of thousands of li away.
The spear had gone to the peak of the Mausoleum of Books.
To kill the Tianhai.
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(I will be leaving tomorrow and will not be able to write until very late. Thus, this update will be late at night. I will inform everyone in advance.)
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