Chapter 211: Following the Tiger
Xu Yourong and Chen Changsheng ultimately were delayed for a while by the suddenly thickening clouds, failing to shake off that Holy Light Angel—though initially they hadn't even considered shaking him off. But after seeing Madam Mu, this became their only choice.
The Holy Light Angel sensed Madam Mu's presence, turned to look, and a slight change flickered in his indifferent eyes.
Even he had to acknowledge Madam Mu's power.
Madam Mu looked at the Holy Light Angel, slowly raising an eyebrow.
She clearly sensed that this Holy Light Angel had grown even stronger.
Was it because the longer his descent lasted, the more he adapted to the laws of heaven and earth in this world?
The next moment, she caught a familiar scent within the sacred aura radiating from the Holy Light Angel.
Only then did she realize that the Demon Lord's insistence on attending the Return to Origin Ceremony had been for this purpose.
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Madam Mu was dozens of miles away, to the west.
The Holy Light Angel was a few miles away, to the east.
No matter how one looked at it, this situation seemed unsolvable.
Even if Bie Yanghong were resurrected, he couldn't break it.
Wang Po and the head of the Lishan Sword Sect couldn't traverse ten thousand miles to arrive.
Even the experts of the Divine Domain couldn't completely ignore spatial distance.
So who could solve this problem?
Chen Changsheng said, "It seems my plan really has issues."
Xu Yourong replied, "It's just a bit troublesome, no real problem."
Chen Changsheng said, "I'm worried the White Emperor won't act."
Xu Yourong said, "Since he has seen the multitude, he must act."
Chen Changsheng didn't understand, saying, "After all, they are husband and wife."
Xu Yourong said, "That's because you don't know who their original target was."
Chen Changsheng still didn't understand, saying, "Even if the White Emperor acts, it might not succeed."
Xu Yourong said, "As I said before, since he has seen the multitude, it will surely succeed."
Chen Changsheng still didn't grasp it, but the Holy Light Angel's light spear had already arrived.
The dazzling sunlight seemed to be devoured by the spear tip, which harbored terrifying power.
The sky suddenly grew dimmer, and the clouds seemed to turn gray.
The next moment, light descended again, carrying the purest, most solemn aura, coming from the Zhai Sword.
White wings traced streaks of light across the sky.
Countless swords followed and protected, like a freely turning waterfall.
The scene was extraordinarily magnificent and beautiful.
Amid the rain of swords filling the sky, a sword intent suddenly rose, entering that great radiance.
The light did not grow brighter, but seemed to become a tangible existence, like the clouds earlier, extremely viscous.
The Holy Light Angel's figure abruptly slowed down. (Note)
Two sword lights.
One descended.
With an indescribably exquisite trajectory and an ineffable sword momentum.
It met that light spear, brimming with infinite power, once again.
The sun in the sky suddenly dimmed countless times.
Cloud wisps, swept up by the gale, covered all directions, and within a dozen miles, the world was filled with feather-like clouds.
An invisible giant bell shattered between heaven and earth, spewing out countless sound waves and air arrows.
The scattered clouds gradually dissipated, and the sky light became clear again.
The Holy Light Angel remained in his original position, while Xu Yourong and Chen Changsheng had retreated several miles away.
In the gradually calming chaotic clouds, everywhere could be seen burning phoenix blood, shattered sword light, and a broken feather whiter than the clouds.
Just like earlier in the courtyard, the Holy Light Angel was wounded again, but Xu Yourong and Chen Changsheng's injuries were even worse.
The dual-sword fusion technique born from the Two Severing Sword Art and the Nanxi Zhai Sword Array indeed possessed power that could transcend realms, which was why it had once been able to face Wujiong Bi head-on. Yet it still wasn't enough to defeat an otherworldly powerhouse of the Holy Light Angel's level.
Still, no one would think Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong were weak.
At their age and cultivation level, being able to wound the Holy Light Angel was already an unimaginable feat.
Just like the Holy Light Angel earlier, Madam Mu also saw more issues within those two sword lights, a strange glint appearing in her eyes.
The feather-like chaotic clouds came to a halt, and a clear trench appeared on the cloud sea, with a very small opening there.
Xu Yourong and Chen Changsheng had vanished, flying down through that opening toward the clouds below.
A line of fire appeared in the sky, the clouds suddenly churned, and the Holy Light Angel pursued them.
Beneath that layer of clouds lay the mountains across the Red River.
Madam Mu was well aware of this.
Thinking of the world-burning aura in those two sword lights earlier, and the Heavenly Tree's Wildfire in the mountains, the strange glint in her eyes grew deeper.
She thought this was Xu Yourong's battle strategy, feeling a faint admiration for the Saintess's deduction and calculation abilities, followed by a faint mockery and pity.
But she wasn't going to wait for Xu Yourong to discover her mistake, because that person had already returned to White Emperor City.
Her blue palace dress fluttered lightly, and her sleeves rolled up infinite clear winds.
The cloud sea leaped violently like plucked cotton.
Every leap meant that hundreds of square zhang of clouds and mist were being squeezed and struggling.
The clouds gradually parted, gathering in different directions, about to split into countless islands.
Those islands continuously compressed inward, with unimaginable force filling every tiny space within.
No matter where Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong were hiding in the clouds, they could no longer escape.
The cloud masses continued to collapse inward, all the mist particles and nearly condensing water droplets attracting each other, forming a terrifying weight.
Even the sunlight, as it passed through the edges of those cloud masses, was slightly distorted.
If these cloud masses continued to collapse, whether it was Xu Yourong with her Heavenly Phoenix bloodline or Chen Changsheng with his Stainless Body, they would eventually be crushed to death.
This was the legendary most powerful technique of the Western Continent royal clan's arts: Cloud Convergence.
This was the divine art of a sage.
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Countless cloud masses kept pressing together, their shapes unable to stabilize, shifting into various forms.
One cloud mass looked like a pirate from the Western Continent, another like a scholar from Tonggus University in a painting, and another... like a tiger.
The blue palace dress no longer fluttered.
The sleeves gradually stilled.
Madam Wu quietly gazed at that cloud mass.
That cloud mass quietly gazed back at her from the dispersing cloud sea.
Like a tiger quietly gazing at him from the fading grassland.
The clouds were white, and the grassland was also white, as if coated with frost.
It was a white tiger.
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(Note: "Juran" (abruptly)—I suddenly had a thought and wrote this word in that sentence, then was startled to find that this seems to be the first time I've used it in over a decade of writing. For someone with such a poor vocabulary like me, this is something to be proud of. So I casually searched it up, and was shocked to discover I've been reading it wrong all along—I always read it as "suran." Then I remembered again how I used to write "liaoliao wuji" (very few) as "liaoliao wuji" (wrong characters) until a reader painfully pointed it out. I've forgotten that reader's name now, but whenever I think of it, I'm still endlessly grateful. I've never been good at this, and I'm not careful, so I often make mistakes. I was mocked many times by my boss ten years ago.
In this chapter, there are clouds like pirates and clouds like scholars—I basically write this in every book, just like the phrases "pretending to be lonely" and "imitating despair." I'm certainly not a literary youth; this is just a kind of coordinate-setting for me.
Speaking of which, I really haven't read many books since I turned twenty-six. Originally, I said this year I'd start reading War and Peace in October—this is serious—but this year has been as busy as a dog, so we'll talk later. Still, I recommend everyone read more books, just read what you want.
Finally, today's chapter title is excellent.)
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