Chapter 644: The Senran Grand Array
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Tens of thousands of Great Zhou cavalry were still on the roads from various prefectures and commanderies heading toward the capital, far from the Heavenly Book Mausoleum. Yet Infinite Green’s expression had already undergone a drastic change. As a Sacred Domain powerhouse, ranked among the Eight Winds and Rains, her cultivation realm was profound to the extreme. She could easily see the terrifying military force on the distant plains, as well as the red eagles and red geese flying like lightning through the rain clouds.
“So this is Tianhai’s scheme. We must leave.” She turned to look at her husband, her face pale.
The rain-soaked horsetail whisk hung limply from the crook of her elbow, much like her spirit at this moment.
From the start of the night until now, neither side had yet formally engaged in battle, making it impossible to judge the situation. But Tianhai Saintess’s calm and confidence had already drained her of all hope.
She could not forget how, back in the capital, Tianhai Saintess had struck at her from afar atop the Sweet Dew Terrace. Deep in her heart, she simply lacked the courage to face her opponent head-on.
Courage—something that might take over a decade or even longer of humiliation and sleepless nights to accumulate—could be lost in the blink of an eye.
Gazing at that powerful figure atop the Heavenly Book Mausoleum, the princes and lords from the various prefectures also changed color. Some, like Infinite Green, felt the urge to retreat.
The situation was indeed not yet clear, but one thing was already very certain: this night’s scheme, originally orchestrated by the Calculation Daoist, had now become Tianhai Saintess’s game.
Since Tianhai Saintess had known everything all along, who could still defeat her?
Yet, at this moment, even if they wanted to leave, they could no longer do so.
With an eagle’s cry piercing the night sky over the capital, reactions erupted across the city.
Boom! In the autumn groves of Jingheyuan, the wet, muddy ground sank as a whole, forming a massive pit. Gravel and sand fell, and an underground spring surged forth.
Emerging with the spring water was a statue of a former sage, carved from black obsidian. The statue’s surface was covered in mud, gradually washed clean by the spring, revealing its true face. It began to emanate a vast, majestic power.
In the middle of Hongju South Street, a crack appeared, about three feet wide, bottomless and profoundly deep. Yet from the depths of the fissure, instead of cold air, came an intense heat, as if an ever-burning bronze furnace lay at the very bottom. The rainwater on the street flowed into the crack and instantly evaporated into mist.
Within a few breaths, this famous street, known for its tranquility, transformed into a mist-shrouded fairyland, beautiful as if not of this world. Yet the scorching heat within the mist proclaimed the danger lurking there.
In the third residence north of Baizhi Lane, with a crackling sound, all the beams of the buildings seemed afflicted by a thousand years of decay, eroded by insects and wind. They rotted and collapsed at a visible rate, turning into dust and gravel, leaving only the foundations—a very ancient, shallow pathway built of brick and stone.
The only well in the courtyard also collapsed. Amid the broken well and ruined walls, the well water surged up, pouring back into the shallow pathways of the building’s foundation, turning the foundation into a water channel.
An extremely clear, chilling, and murderous aura dispersed from the water channel into the night sky.
In Jiangong North Lane, there was a hill-like mound. Under centuries of care, it had become covered in pines, cypresses, and green grass, looking quite serene. Many capital residents often chose to visit here for leisure, having long forgotten that, centuries ago, this place had been a grand tomb.
Crack! A bolt of lightning descended from the sky, striking the hillock.
The thickest emerald pine was hit by the lightning, emitting wisps of green smoke before slowly collapsing.
The green pine fell onto the mound, splashing up mud and smashing the autumn grass.
Then, the hillock gradually split open, revealing the true scene within.
Inside, there were no coffins or burial goods, only countless white bones.
These bones belonged to the palace maids who had voluntarily been buried alive when Emperor Taizong passed away.
But now, sensing the poisonous, cold aura within the tomb, the word “voluntary” might warrant further discussion.
Those venomous, cold auras did not affect the capital residents around Jiangong North Lane.
Because a powerful aura rose from the deepest underground river beneath the mound, like a gentle breeze easily washing away the resentment and purifying those white bones.
That aura shot up into the sky, straight into the night dome, radiating a faint golden luster—majestic, supremely dignified, and sacred!
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All over the capital, such phenomena occurred: stone statues forming foundations, earth splitting to ignite fire, underground springs reversing to become boiling water, imperial qi manifesting mightily.
Countless powerful auras surged skyward, some breaking through layers of leaden clouds into the night dome, others dazzlingly bright, overwhelming the starlight. Gradually, they formed a magnificent grand array.
This array could not be seen, but cultivators could clearly sense it, instantly feeling as insignificant as dust and filled with boundless awe.
The spring water that had reversed into the foundations north of Baizhi Lane transformed into the famous Golden Soup of the seven realms of the state religion, yet it was merely an inconspicuous part of this grand array.
The imperial qi from Jiangong North Lane broke through the tomb, purified the bones, and ascended to the nine heavens, suddenly falling upon the imperial palace.
The Lingyan Pavilion, which had remained tightly shut like eternal night for centuries, emitted streams of milky white light.
At the same time, an overwhelmingly domineering, dignified, and righteous aura appeared in everyone’s perception.
It was the number one weapon among the Hundred Weapons, long unseen in the mortal world—the Frost-Left Divine Spear!
Sensing the aura of the Frost-Left Divine Spear and the changes in the Lingyan Pavilion, Bieyang Hong’s expression finally turned stern. The little red flower hanging from his pinky finger suddenly stopped swaying, suspended in the wind.
A river encircled the Heavenly Book Mausoleum. Suddenly, all the water in the river vanished without a trace—not dried up, but as if absorbed by the earth.
Over seventy Heavenly Book Stele, which should have been illusions, appeared at the riverbed, like a stone forest, each stele radiating a solemn aura.
The rain clouds that had been dispersing toward the heavens and the four directions, summoned by this grand array in the capital, gradually flowed back. Though they did not completely obscure the starlight, they dimmed the stars by several degrees.
An extremely Senran—awe-inspiring and chilling—array intent, like countless sharp swords, seemed to sever the very principles of heaven and earth. The power hidden within was enough to slay a Sacred Domain powerhouse!
Infinite Green’s face had turned deathly pale. The fierce aura between her brows had long been replaced by terror.
The Stargazer remained silent, his bamboo hat shading his plain, unremarkable face, as well as his true feelings at this moment.
“Is this the Imperial Chariot Diagram?”
Zhu Luo’s expression changed drastically as he looked toward the top of the Heavenly Book Mausoleum, asking in disbelief, “You’re not of the imperial clan—by what right?”
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(There will be another chapter tonight.)