Chapter 336: Sword Traversing the Grassland, as if Departing from Li Mountain
All the swords agreed, including the one in the sky directly before the tomb—the highest-flying, brightest to the point of being blinding, and also the proudest. That sword did not object, but it trembled and hummed, showing a trace of disdain for the sword intent that had entered its body, utterly indifferent to its origin.
Now, the Li Mountain sword intent had connected all the swords. What he needed to do was to use this sword intent to make these ten thousand swords execute sword techniques. Since it was Li Mountain sword intent, what he would naturally unleash was also Li Mountain sword techniques. Because of his engagement to Xu Yourong and the many stories that had unfolded in the capital, many people believed that the National Academy and the Li Mountain Sword Sect—and between him and the Divine Kingdom Seven Laws represented by Qiushan Jun—had an irreconcilable enmity. But interestingly, the sword techniques he knew best were precisely those of Li Mountain.
This was because the General Manual of Li Mountain Sword Techniques had always been by his side, and also because, from the very beginning of his cultivation, the genius opponents he encountered all came from Li Mountain.
The Li Mountain Sword Sect was the guardian sword of the Southern Sect, cultivating the way of the sword for generations. From ancient times to the present, they had created countless sword techniques. Those worthy of being recorded in the General Manual of Li Mountain Sword Techniques numbered over thirty thousand forms, all of which he had firmly memorized. Of course, it was impossible for him to master the sword intent required for all those techniques in just one short year. But now, with the help of the Li Mountain sword intent within the yellow paper umbrella, he had no problem executing these Li Mountain sword techniques. The biggest issue remained his divine sense.
How many strands could his divine sense split into? How many swords could he control to unleash those Li Mountain sword techniques?
In the sky after the rain had just cleared, Nanke closed her eyes, her small face pale, her black hair dancing in the wind. The Soul Wood shone brightly, driving the demonic beasts to attack the tomb while preparing for a final strike. Looking at her and the black sea of beasts behind her, as well as the two terrifying giant beasts like mountains, Chen Changsheng also closed his eyes.
The over thirty thousand sword techniques in the General Manual of Li Mountain Sword Techniques transformed at an incomprehensible speed into seemingly real images, flashing endlessly through his sea of consciousness.
Around the tomb, a faint scraping sound arose, followed by indistinct chirping noises. Sometimes in the east, sometimes in the west, covering several li in an instant, its position impossible to pinpoint, let alone attack. The sinister and powerful Earth Monkey had arrived.
Chen Changsheng still kept his eyes closed. Suddenly, he raised his right arm and pointed toward a certain spot ahead on the sacred path.
As his finger directed, a dense and razor-sharp sword howl erupted in the sky before the tomb.
A hundred swords shot through the air.
Willow Caressing the Return! Mountain Path with Eighteen Bends! Falling into the Ravine! Tethering the Horse Before the Mountain!
These sword techniques were all mountain-gate swords of the Li Mountain Sword Sect.
From the first form to the last, these hundred swords each executed a hundred different sword techniques.
This was equivalent to a hundred disciples of the Li Mountain Sword Sect unleashing their sword techniques simultaneously.
Logically, Chen Changsheng’s true essence could not be so abundant, but do not forget—these swords were burning their own lives; this was their final battle. At his current level of cultivation, coupled with the immensely powerful Sky-Covering Sword Intent, the power unleashed by these hundred swords now was not comparable to ordinary techniques from Li Mountain disciples. Instead, it matched the level of inner disciples of the Li Mountain Sword Sect, or even the Divine Kingdom Seven Laws!
A hundred Liang Banhu, a hundred Seven Intervals, or a hundred Guan Feibai striking at once—what kind of power would that produce?
Even a peak Star Condensation expert could not face its edge head-on. What about that demonic beast at the upper level of Star Condensation?
Sword light crisscrossed before the sacred path, fierce and sharp, deeply penetrating into the ground ahead. A mountain gate formed by sword light stood towering before the sacred path! This mountain gate was majestic and imposing, solemn and sacred, as if it had come from Li Mountain!
From underground came a roar filled with anger and confusion. Then, the ground rolled and split open. The Earth Monkey, trailing black blood, turned into a streak of light and desperately fled toward the outer edge of the tomb—it had been severely wounded in a single exchange!
The hundred swords did not pursue. They slowly rose and drifted in the sky before the sacred path.
The mountain gate was ethereal, as if shrouded in mist.
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Where there was mist, there was moisture. The dark clouds, shredded by sword intent, slowly converged according to nature’s will. Rain fell from the sky again, though much lighter.
Nanke closed her eyes, raindrops wetting her pale face.
The old man playing the zither lay bloodied on the sacred path, already dead. Ning Cui had fainted, and Hua Qiu had also fainted. Only the powerful demon general couple remained standing, holding a bent iron staff and a broken-bottomed iron pot, positioned below Nanke to protect her.
Looking at the mountain gate formed by a hundred swords on the sacred path, the couple’s expressions were grave. A hundred swords striking together, instantly injuring a terrifying demonic beast at the upper level of Star Condensation—even if their own cultivation were not suppressed to the upper level of Penetrating Obscurity, but restored to their full combat power outside the Zhou Garden, could they withstand this frenzied sword assault?
What shocked and baffled them most was how Chen Changsheng’s divine sense could be so powerful. He could split it into a hundred strands, using a hundred swords to execute a hundred sword techniques!
Had such a thing ever happened on this continent before?
The Soul Wood before Nanke grew brighter and brighter. The shadow in the sky descended lower and lower, about to fall beneath her.
The beast tide, like a black ocean, finally reached the surroundings of the tomb, spreading upward and beginning its assault. Countless demonic beasts howled, roared, and leaped onto the giant rocks of the tomb, climbing rapidly upward. In a very short time, the lower half of the tomb was submerged by the beast tide, a chaotic, surging mass of crowded beasts that looked nauseating.
The tomb was too vast, and the number of demonic beasts too great, covering everything. The hundred swords on the sacred path kept slashing, like a true mountain gate, but they could not stop the momentum of the beast tide. Chen Changsheng needed more swords, and those swords were in the sky around the tomb.
Standing at the edge of the stone platform in the drizzle, his face grew paler, his eyes tightly shut, his eyelashes trembling slightly.
Countless Li Mountain sword techniques flashed endlessly through his sea of consciousness. His divine sense, together with that sword intent, passed through the yellow paper umbrella and landed on the bodies of all the swords.
Ten thousand strands of divine sense, ten thousand swords.
Ten thousand beams of sword light, ten thousand howls.
Countless piercing sword howls erupted around the tomb, instantly overwhelming the violent roars of the beast tide and dominating the entire Sunset Grassland.
Countless swords shot through the air, charging at the beast tide!
The drizzle could not hide the setting sun at the edge of the grassland. The seemingly heatless orb emitted warm red light that fell upon the bodies of those swords.
The swords seemed about to ignite, dancing and weaving around the tomb like Golden Crows.
Golden Crows Return to Li Mountain!
This was a sword technique.
A sword technique of immense power.
Shk-shk-shk-shk!
Countless dense cutting sounds rang out. Hundreds of demonic beasts on the southwestern face of the tomb were sliced in two by a golden rain of swords!
Dozens of swords scattered in the northern sky of the tomb, their sword momentum leaving trails like a flower in full bloom.
Blossoms Like Brocade!
This, too, was a sword technique.
On the grassland floor, countless deep sword marks appeared instantly.
Over a dozen serpentine dragons surging toward the tomb broke into pieces, their flesh twitching in the foul blood.
Countless other swords rampaged wildly, clashing with the sharp claws and fangs of the demonic beasts.
The blood of the beasts and the gleam of the swords mingled, spraying across this world.
Under the afterglow of the setting sun, in the fine drizzle, sword hums echoed over the sea of grass.
The tomb seemed like a giant fishing boat.
Three Songs of the Fisherman.
This, too, was still Li Mountain sword techniques.
Chen Changsheng’s face grew paler and paler, his body trembling more violently.
But he held the yellow paper umbrella, standing in the light rain, never falling. And so, the swords continued to fight.
Hundreds of swords arrived before the mountain-like Inverted Mountain Ape.
The Inverted Mountain Ape let out a furious roar. Its stone pillar, with unimaginable power, smashed toward the rain of swords.
A violent explosion rang out across the grassland.
The sword rain scattered slightly, then regrouped and charged at the Inverted Mountain Ape.
Mountain Ghost Splits the Rock.
Star Hook Spans the Day.
Dew Drops on the Parasol Tree.
These were the three techniques that Seven Intervals had used against Tang Thirty-Six during the Green Vine Banquet, following Gou Hanshi’s command.
Today, Chen Changsheng used them against this terrifying demonic beast.
On the mountain-like body of the Inverted Mountain Ape, hundreds of clear sword marks appeared!
Watching this scene, and the countless other scenes around the tomb, the solemn expressions on Teng Xiaoming and Liu Wan’er’s faces had vanished, replaced only by pallor. They had seen countless human military experts on the Snow Plain battlefield, and witnessed many astonishing sights. Today, before the Zhou Tomb, they had seen too many miraculous things.
But now, they were still struck speechless with shock.
Teng Xiaoming looked dazed, muttering to himself as he watched Chen Changsheng in the rain, “This... how is this possible?”
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