The deputy general from the Mount Song Army headquarters propped up his heavily injured body and staggered to stand in front of Chen Changsheng and Zhizhi. After blocking the shockwaves of Qi, he crashed into the wall of the courtyard and collapsed in the rubble. An Hua ignored the young array master on the stretcher and crawled behind Chen Changsheng and Zhizhi. Grabbing their collars, she used all her strength to drag them backward, wanting to get as far away from that terrifying figure on the wooden bridge as possible.
Countless beads of ice shattered into catkins that drifted through the courtyard like willow catkins. It really did seem like they had arrived in the south, but there was a boundless chill in the air. Lord Hai Di's terrifying figure walked over the bridge. The catkins of ice drifted away, not daring to touch his body.
Hai Di's expression remained indifferent as he gazed at Chen Changsheng on the shore, but a ghostly fire seemed to be burning in the depths of his dark green eyes. He was a powerful figure of the Demon race and had experienced countless major events in his life, but even he could not suppress his nervousness and excitement when he thought about how the Pope of the Human race was about to die at his hand.
The mist shrouding the lake and garden had already been replaced by monstrous Demon Qi. As if sensing the ripples in his mind, the Demon Qi also began to tremble, transforming into a cold wind.
If one carefully observed, one might realize that the vast majority of this cold wind came from the broken monolith weapon in his hand.
An Hua's pale face was suffused with determination. She lowered her head, refusing to look at that undefeatable foe, and continued to drag Chen Changsheng and Zhizhi behind the wall.
Suddenly, she realized that Chen Changsheng's body had become much heavier, and she could no longer move it. Then, a hand that was very clean, very warm, and very steady patted her arm twice. At the same time, a very clean, warm, and steady voice rang out.
"I can still do it."
The speaker was Chen Changsheng.
He stood up and gazed at the bridge, his hand already gripping the sheath of his sword.
The sword was called Stainless and the sheath was called the Vault Sheath. Hidden within it were countless world-shaking swords, as well as his most powerful technique.
The moment he gripped the sheath, a string of stone beads appeared on his wrist.
This string of stone beads was simple and unadorned, even rather crude, and it gave off no ripples of Qi.
But as soon as Zhizhi's gaze fell on it, she felt her heart beating faster uncontrollably.
She was a being of the highest level in the world. Even if she couldn't see through the true nature of these stone pearls, she was still naturally sensitive to them at such a close distance.
What exactly were these stone pearls that shocked her?
An Hua's cultivation level was not high enough to sense the uniqueness of these stone pearls, but she wholeheartedly devoted herself to the Dao and her Dao heart was incomparably clear, allowing her to sense another Qi even earlier.
That aura also came from those stone pearls, but it wasn't the stone pearls themselves. Instead, it was hidden in another world very far away behind one of the stone pearls.
Countless primitive, savage, barbaric, and even bloody auras seemed to be rushing over from there.
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Of the string of stone pearls on Chen Changsheng's wrist, he had given one to Luoluo and then given half to Xu You Rong. Now there were only a few left, strung together by a red string, but they did not seem sparse. This was because these stone pearls were the Heavenly Tome Monoliths that he had obtained from the Garden of Zhou, so they had their own indescribable subtleties.
The savage and bloody Qi that An Hua had sensed also came from the Garden of Zhou.
Although he had still not been able to completely comprehend the secrets of the Heavenly Tome Monoliths, and his companions in the Garden of Zhou might not be able to change the world, this was still his most powerful technique. Of course, besides this, he still had a letter that he had not opened.
By relying on these techniques, he was confident that even if he could not defeat Hai Di, he could at least hold out for a while.
But if he used all these techniques and still could not change the course of the battle, what could he do?
Before tonight, he had never thought about this problem. He had the experience of fighting Hai Di, so he had been prepared. He had originally believed that these techniques would be enough to defeat him, but he had not expected that Hai Di was even more powerful and terrifying than he had been in the last few years.
His gaze fell on the broken monolith in Hai Di's hand.
The change had occurred because of this object. Otherwise, Zhizhi would have been able to hold out for a little longer, enough time for him to kill all the demon experts in the valley.
This broken monolith was probably not a weapon that Hai Di often used. At the very least, he had not seen it last year on the snowy plains.
"No matter how many techniques you have, you will definitely die at my hand tonight."
Hai Di stood on the bridge, indifferently saying, "With the divine object in hand, who can stop me?"
Was he speaking of this broken monolith?
Previously, this broken monolith had smashed a crack into the Green Leaf in Zhizhi's hand. Although it was very small, it still gave her and Chen Changsheng an unprecedented shock.
Because the Green Leaf was a world.
A weapon that could oppose a world, that could even faintly destroy the objective reality of this world, what else could it be if not a divine object?
Chen Changsheng very naturally recalled a certain scene from that night in the Mausoleum of Books.
His martial uncle the Pope's Green Leaf drifted through the darkness and arrived in front of the Tianhai Divine Empress.
The Tianhai Divine Empress had extended her hand to take something out of the Mausoleum of Books and rudely smashed it.
Although the power of the two battles tonight and that night had been very different, they were truly very similar.
The more he thought about it, the more Chen Changsheng found the broken monolith in Hai Di's hand to be familiar, even feeling a sense of familiarity.
Could this really be that Heavenly Tome Monolith that had wandered about outside?
This seemed to be the only conclusion, but there was still one thing that Chen Changsheng did not understand.
If Hai Di really was holding that Heavenly Tome Monolith that had vanished for so many years, given his terrifying level of cultivation, as long as he used all his strength, he and Zhizhi would be utterly powerless to resist. They wouldn't even have the chance to grasp their sheaths and prepare to use their final trump cards.
Why had Hai Di not done this? He was still talking on the bridge. Was he afraid of the Li Palace's treasure, or was he waiting for some sort of change?
Just at this moment, the change truly did occur.
The wadding of ice drifting through the courtyard suddenly vanished.
Because an extremely clear and cold zither note occupied every corner of the world.
To the demons, the chance to kill the Pope of the Human race could not be missed. Even if they had to pay the price of countless lives, they would not hesitate.
At this moment, Hai Di was still ten-some zhang away from this historic event that was certain to shake the world. He could finish it in a single breath.
Logically speaking, even if the White Emperor or Shang Xingzhou personally came, they would not be able to stop his steps, even if he might be killed afterwards.
But with this clear and cold sound of the zither, Hai Di stopped.
The zither note was extremely clear and cold, imbued with a bone-piercing chill. It was hard to say whether it represented the mood of the zither player.
As the zither note fell, the bridge was covered in a thin layer of frost. If he wanted to cross it now, it would probably be rather slippery and difficult to traverse.
Hai Di's body was also covered in a layer of frost, making him seem like an ice sculpture.
He slowly turned around, his movements abnormally difficult.
He gazed at the place where the zither note had originated, his dark green eyes surging with an incomparably complex emotion.
It was confusion, shock, and fear.
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