As he ran up the cliff, Chen Changsheng saw many disciples of South Stream Temple hurrying down the mountain path. He knew that they had probably been alarmed by the disturbance at the mountain gate. He saw a few familiar faces among the South Stream Temple disciples and relaxed a little. He thought to himself that there would probably be no more misunderstandings between the two sides.
Very quickly, he arrived in front of that cliff. Pine trees grew between the white stone cliffs, and there were also many extremely thin waterfalls that cascaded down. In front of the cliff was a large flat plateau, and between the green trees, he could see countless elegant and beautiful buildings. Presumably, this was the legendary South Stream Temple. If he had come to visit normally, perhaps he would have taken a good look, but now he was not in the mood. After a quick glance, he continued to swiftly climb the cliff.
There were no more mountain paths between the cliffs. There were dense forests or steep rock walls everywhere. Even apes who were good at climbing would find it difficult to climb up, but for Chen Chang Sheng, it wasn't too difficult.
As he climbed up the cliff, he gradually climbed higher and higher, the mountain steeper and steeper. The clouds around him grew thicker and thicker, until he could no longer see South Stream Temple below, nor could he see the light of the sky above. He could only rely on his previous impressions to determine his direction. He did not find it difficult, and on the contrary, he felt a sense of intimacy.
Back in Xining Village, he would occasionally follow his senior brother to that solitary peak deep in the clouds outside the village to gather herbs, so he was very familiar with this sort of environment.
After some time, the clouds suddenly grew much fainter and the light of the sky above his head grew clearer.
Chen Changsheng's mind was roused.
The cold wind passed through the green trees and strange rocks between the peaks and landed on his face, bringing with it some moisture.
The clouds suddenly dispersed, and his field of vision broadened. To the north, he could see the Tong River, which curved like a line.
This was the summit of Holy Maiden Peak.
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Chen Changsheng was very sure that Xu Yourong was in seclusion here, but after circling the summit twice, he saw several hundred ancient trees that he had never seen before, saw that rock by the cliff that she had mentioned in her letter, and even saw those cute little jade-green birds she had mentioned in her letter, but he did not see the cave.
He also didn't know where the White Crane had gone.
However, he had already calmed down a lot. After hearing Xiao Zhang's words in Fengyang City, he had been very nervous, even a little anxious. Now that he was here, all his nervousness and anxiety vanished without a trace, because the summit was just as she had said in her letter. There were no changes, no signs of battle.
What still puzzled him, or perhaps even put him on guard, was that logically speaking, Xu Yourong was in seclusion at Holy Maiden Peak. Even if she could only emerge after several years, South Stream Temple should have left a few disciples to accompany her. Otherwise, what if she encountered a problem in her cultivation and needed help?
He returned to the north side of the peak. There were several ancient trees and a very shallow pool. It was the place where he thought the abode should be. He came to this conclusion not only because of the location, the scenery, and the traces by the pool, but also because there were the most inscriptions on the tablets here and they looked the oldest.
On the cliffs of Holy Maiden Peak, inscriptions could be seen everywhere.
Those inscriptions were directly engraved, and some of them were very familiar to him.
The inscriptions of the Heavenly Tome Monoliths.
He had heard Xu Yourong say that these were the Heavenly Tome Monolith inscriptions that the first Holy Maiden had personally copied from the capital's Mausoleum of Books.
Different from the rubbings that the Plum Garden Inn had taken out, these monolith inscriptions contained the supreme wisdom and supreme soul of the Holy Maiden, containing the true meaning of the Heavenly Tome Monoliths. South Stream Temple's comprehension of the Heavenly Tome Monoliths had never been weaker than the Li Palace's, and in certain aspects was even superior. This was all because they possessed these monolith inscriptions.
Chen Changsheng found the Reflecting Monolith inscriptions on the cliff and touched them. A cool feeling came from his fingers.
These lines were no different from the monolith inscriptions of the Mausoleum of Books, but there were some extremely minute differences.
These differences were not errors, but represented the first Holy Maiden's understanding of the monolith inscriptions.
Chen Changsheng's understanding of the Heavenly Tome Monoliths far surpassed that of other cultivators, even those true geniuses.
This was because he had comprehended the monoliths in the Mausoleum of Books differently, and he had always carried five Heavenly Tome Monoliths on his wrist.
Just by lightly touching them, he could sense them. He knew that if he could carefully study these monolith inscriptions on Holy Maiden Peak, it would inevitably be of enormous benefit to his cultivation.
These were all matters for the future. Right now, he first had to find the dwelling.
At this moment, he felt the cliff beneath his fingers faintly tremble.
A faintly discernible and faint aura spread out from the dense green vines.
He followed the aura and pushed aside the dense green vines.
Behind the ivy was still the cliff. Whether he looked at it or touched it with his own hands, he could not see anything strange about it. Even if he used a hammer to smash it, he would only smash out countless rocks.
But Chen Changsheng knew that this cliff was not filled with rocks. It was empty. In other words, the dwelling of Holy Maiden Peak was inside.
It was not because he could see through the extremely profound array on the cliff, but because of those ivy.
These ivy were also an array. It was not as powerful as the array on the cliff, but it could still obstruct the vision of an expert of the Divine Domain.
Chen Chang Sheng could see through these vines because he had seen these vines before.
These ivy were the Tong Palace.
The Tong Palace was an array. He had seen it in the capital's Imperial Palace.
These ivy had transformed into the Tong Palace, and he had seen it in the Garden of Zhou.
Back in the Mausoleum of Zhou, Xu Yourong had transformed the Tong Bow in her hands into the Tong Palace. The green leaves swaggered through the storm, and even though she was heavily injured and on the verge of death, they were still firm.
Since these ivy were the Tong Palace, the Tong Bow, her bow, she was probably in the cliff.
It was obvious that the ivy formed from the Tong Bow knew who Chen Changsheng was. It did not attack him, nor did it issue a warning. It glowed with a gentle light, very beautiful.
Chen Changsheng gazed at the ivy in his hand and thought of that face he saw when the white gauze fell from the Bridge of Helplessness.
In the snow-filled sky, her face was like a painting, glowing with a gentle light, so beautiful that it was hard to describe.
He gazed at the icy stone wall in front of him.
She was on the other side of the stone wall.
He was on the other side of the stone wall.
If one's gaze had true heat, the icy stone wall might have already begun to burn.
If this were a stone door, it would be fine. He could lightly push it, or perhaps knock on it, and ask if anyone was there.
No, even if this was a stone door, he still could not lightly push it, nor could he lightly knock on it.
He could only do what he was doing now, quietly watch.
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(Although Chen Changsheng has the potential and reason to become a monk, I will not let him.)
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