Today, because of his arrival and the Imperial Court's diplomatic mission and the various representatives at the front gate, South Stream Temple was naturally on high alert. Disciples were everywhere on the plateau and under the flowering trees. Several dozen sword intents could be faintly sensed near the mountain path. If an enemy came, the sword array would assuredly be set up in the shortest amount of time.
Those South Stream Temple disciples saw him and bowed. A young girl asked, "Where is Your Majesty going?"
When the girl asked this question, the other South Stream Temple disciples smirked at him, presumably having guessed it long ago.
Chen Changsheng thanked them and somewhat embarrassedly pointed at the summit. "I'm going there to take a look."
The laughter of the South Stream Temple disciples resounded through the forest, beautiful to the extreme, like nightingales.
It was truly difficult to imagine how regretful it would be if the temple truly closed for ten years and these beautiful and moving laughter could no longer be heard.
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Chen Changsheng was naturally unwilling to climb to the summit again. A wind stirred through the forest, causing the flowering trees to sway and their fragrance to fill the air. The White Crane flapped its wings and quickly reached the summit.
He walked to the stone wall and pulled back the vines. After a long period of silence, he still could not calm his mind, so he turned and left.
The Luomei Mountains were formed from countless peaks, with Holy Maiden Peak being the highest. The summit was closest to the night sky, and the sky was filled with stars so bright that it was somewhat dazzling.
He had once gone to that lonely peak in the Cloud Grave and reached a very high place, but at the time, he had been surrounded by clouds and mist. He had never seen such bright stars.
The starlight enveloped the summit like water, clearly illuminating the lines on the monoliths.
Chen Changsheng looked at the monolith inscriptions and compared them to the ones in the Mausoleum of Books, faintly comprehending them.
Time slowly passed, and the starry night was serene. He awoke from his meditation and walked to the cliff, glancing at the distant base of the mountain.
There were countless lanterns there, also like stars, though much dimmer. Presumably, they were the representatives of the Imperial Court's diplomatic mission and the noble clans and sects.
Was South Stream Temple really going to be cut off from the world for ten years? Having just seen the Heavenly Tome Monoliths and interacted with the wisdom of the first Holy Maiden, he had no time to ponder these questions. Instead, he took out a book related to the temple sword and began to read. Just like in the afternoon, a fierce sword intent gradually appeared on the cliff.
This sword intent was born from his fingers and fell upon the distant starry sky and the mortal world.
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The Tong River rose from the depths of the Luomei Mountains, flowed past Holy Maiden Peak, and converged into the River of Hatred. It then continued west, cleaving through mountains and entering a valley.
In a gorge around twenty li from Fengyang City, the river surged and thundered.
There was a reef in the middle of the river. Two people suddenly fell from it. No matter how terrifying the current was, it was nothing in their eyes.
This was because they were true experts who were qualified to ignore the Power of Heaven and Earth, and also because they were extremely anxious and nervous at this moment.
One of them was a Daoist nun dressed in a deep blue Daoist robe. Her eyes were slightly sunken and lifeless, and her cheeks were pale, her usual viciousness nowhere to be seen. It was Wuqiong Bi.
Bie Yanghong was still dressed like a scholar. His usually composed and indifferent expression was now exceptionally grave, a faint hint of pain.
"It can't be true, it can't be true. Xin 'er must have been mischievous … and accidentally damaged it."
Wuqiong Bi muttered to herself, her face growing paler and paler, her eyes growing dimmer and dimmer, because she could not deceive herself.
Bie Yanghong's gaze suddenly fell on a certain place in the river. His pupils constricted and a harsh light appeared in his eyes. The little red flower suspended on his pinky finger flew through the air.
With a boom, the river water was thrown into the air like a waterfall into the night sky.
An unimaginable energy forcefully broke through the surface of the water, forming a hole about half a zhang in circumference that reached the mud at the bottom of the river.
Wuqiong Bi shrieked and rushed toward the hole. She hovered three feet above the water and looked down.
With just a glance, she almost fainted. If not for Bie Yanghong's timely arrival, she would have fallen into the water.
The bottom of the hole was covered in mud. If one looked at it with the naked eye, there would be nothing unusual about it. However, with Wuqiong Bi and Bie Yanghong's cultivation levels and the connection of their bloodlines, they naturally noticed a problem.
There were some extremely fine ice crystals left in the mud, and most importantly, there was still an extremely faint aura remaining.
This Qi was precisely the soul brand that Wuqiong Bi and Bie Yanghong had personally planted in Bie Tianxin's sea of consciousness before he left to adventure.
Wuqiong Bi sensed that Qi growing fainter and fainter. Her body fiercely trembled, her rage reaching its peak, and she began to weep bitterly.
"Who is so vicious! I will kill you! Who! "
Wretched cries resounded over the two shores of the river gorge. A fierce gale blew, destroying the forest between the cliffs and causing the monkeys to flee in fright. Countless pillars of water erupted from the surface of the river and countless fish died.
Bie Yanghong's face showed grief, but he was much calmer than his wife. With a wave of his sleeve, he swept up those crystals of ice in the mud.
There were only ten-some ice crystals left, about the size of soybeans. If they had been a little later, in just a few hours, they would have been completely consumed by the river. Even that Qi would have dissipated, completely swallowed up by the river. Not even they, experts of the Divine Domain, would have been able to discover it.
The person who had done this was truly a clever person, a very scheming person.
This thought made Wuqiong Bi even more furious.
Bie Yanghong's expression suddenly turned grave, because he could sense an extremely cold Qi from those ice crystals.
Wuqiong Bi was filled with grief and indignation. She had sensed it a little later, and her expression suddenly changed. Her eyes became filled with hatred, wanting to devour someone.
"Black Dragon! Chen Changsheng! "
People like them could naturally determine that the thing that had killed Bie Tianxin and destroyed his corpse was the Deep Freeze Dragon Breath of the Black Frost Dragon.
The entire world knew that the Dragon race had not set foot on the continent for one thousand years. And only the truly powerful figures knew that the only Dragon left in the world was the current Pope's Protector, the Black Frost Dragon that had been imprisoned beneath New North Bridge for six-hundred-some years.
If it was that Black Frost Dragon that had killed Bie Tianxin, then this matter might also be related to Chen Changsheng.
After a moment of silence, Bie Yanghong said, "Wait here. I will go investigate a bit more."
As he spoke, he left the river and went to a certain place in the gorge. He woke up a fisherman and inquired about what had happened during the day.
One fisherman did not know, so he woke up another. An hour later, he finally found a fisherman who said that he had seen a strange incident on the river gorge.
A monster with a pair of green wings flew up from the river with a person in its grasp.
"Nanke! That Demon Princess! "Wuqiong Bi yelled, her eyes red." Who doesn't know that Chen Changsheng has always kept her by his side? He and my son used to have a grudge, and now that they met in the mountains and there was no one around, he secretly struck a vicious blow! I want him to pay with his life! "
Bie Yanghong's expression was exhausted to the extreme, but he remained silent.
He felt that there was something wrong with this matter.
This was a gorge and river far away from the bustling world, so why had his son run into Chen Changsheng's party?
In terms of probability, this was a little too small.
After a while, he brought Wuqiong Bi to Fengyang City and learned that there would be a tea party tomorrow, as well as what had happened during the day.
Xiao Zhang had come.
Chen Changsheng truly had come.
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