323 The Appearance of a Sword Inten

The surface of the water began to ripple faster and faster, more and morefrequently. The ripples that spread in all directions were slowly pushedtogether, knocking and tearing at each other. In the end, they transformed intocountless drops of water and were knocked from the surface of the water,combining with the bits of grass that were ground into dust. It formed a faintgreen mist which was slightly transparent. In the light from far away, anextremely faint shadow could be vaguely seen. The shadow was very thin and straight, like a straight stroke that had notbeen finished. It was as if an infinite amount of lake water had been pouredinto the ink that drew the line, giving one a feeling that although the thinshadow was in the mist, it seemed to be elsewhere. Although it was clearlybefore their eyes, it was as if it did not exist. Even if it seemed to exist inanother world, it was only the shadow of a real object in the Garden of Zhou. The green mist was the boundary between the real world and other worlds.Logically, this barrier that separated space should have been extremely stable.However, in the next moment after it had appeared, the green mist dispersed.The speed at which it dispersed was so fast that even the surrounding spacecould not react in time. As a result, a terrifying hurricane formed in thegrassland. —In an extremely short amount of time, the thing expanded rapidly. Actually,it was an explosion. To describe the scene at that moment in simpler words, itshould be said that the green mist exploded. However, this explosion did notcreate any sounds, other than the whistling of the wind; the silence wasabnormally terrifying. Being silent did not mean it was soft and powerless. Countless terrifying Qisand an unimaginable, shapeless cutting edge dispersed with the green mist,expanding into the surroundings of the grasslands. They easily caught up withand surpassed the hurricane caused by the distortion of space, and came incontact with the living and non-living things in the grassland first. No matter if it was the wild reeds or special golden bells in the southernswamps, countless bushes were cut into shreds, transforming into a wave offluttering green rain. It fell everywhere with swishing sounds. Even the rockswithin the bushes were cut, turning into pebbles the size of fingernails. Theywere blown into the water of the wetlands like arrows, knocking the frogs andfish hidden in the mud unconscious. Closely following, those frogs and fishwere also torn into pieces. No matter if it was scales or fish fins, they wereall ground into dust. The ground of the wetlands were also broken into pieces,as if it had been plowed seventy-two times by a hard-working but dumb farmer.In the end, the water broke, transforming into countless droplets of water. Theair also broke, transforming into countless soft breezes. The green mist dispersed, and the thin shadow finally revealed its trueappearance. In a range of over ten li in the grassland, everything was chopped intopieces. It was a piece of flat wilderness, with everything ground into finedust. The true appearance of the shadow was still a shadow. It seemed extremelyblurry, and could not be clearly seen, but it could be roughly seen. It was a…sword. This thin shadow was not the sword itself, but the shadow of a sword. In otherwords, it was a strand of sword intent. When the sword intent appeared and chopped everything, the entire Plains ofthe Unsetting Sun, or even the entire Garden of Zhou could feel it. Anextremely profound tremble spread out from the depths under the Mausoleum ofZhou. In the black ocean formed by the monster tide, it caused countless wildswells. This was the reaction of the countless monsters to the sword intent.The terrifying shadow in the sky grew even lower, as if it was going to envelopthe entire grassland. Before the main entrance of the Mausoleum of Zhou, Nankesuddenly turned around and gazed into the depths of the grassland. She squintedher eyes, and her normal indifferent or even lifeless expression becameextremely sharp. Afterwards, no matter if it was the innumerable monsters orher, or even the shadow in the sky, all could see the flat wilderness that hada circumference of ten li. However, they could not see the sword. It was because before this, a breeze arose from the area of grassland. The sword intent travelled with the wind and disappeared with the wind. It wasquiet without a sound, and could disappear without a trace, so naturally, itcould not be seen. No one had felt the strand of sword intent traverse the dusky grasslands withthe soft and long breeze. It entered the dark clouds, ignored the rain thatfell from the sky and arrived before Zhou Dufu’s mausoleum. Afterwards, like astamen of winter sweets, it fell onto the ground that was covered in a thicklayer of snow, and—just like the first flow of water from upstream that flowedinto a riverbed that had been dry for thousands of years—it disappeared intothe mausoleum. Naturally, no one had discovered where the sword intent went. Chen Changsheng raised the umbrella with his left hand at an angle. He did notblock the rain, and was only preparing to block Nanke’s attack. His whole bodyhad already become wet from the rain. The rain slowly turned into a shower, and the pearl-sized water dropletsconstantly hit the surface of the umbrella, creating sounds like a drum beating. The Yellow Paper Umbrella began to tremble slightly. The tremble spread intothe handle of the umbrella from the surface and ribs, and then clearly spreadinto his hand, into his body and into his heart. The sound of rain slowly grew louder, but the tall platform before themausoleum seemed extremely silent. Nanke turned around, and looked at him with no expression. For some reason,she felt that the teenager that was wet all over and in a sorry shape wasslightly different from before. She did not know where this feeling came from,or that it was somewhat related to the abnormalities that occurred in thegrassland before. However, she knew that something was about to happen. She didnot accept any changes that would have stopped her from entering this greatmausoleum, so she decided to end this battle before the changes arrived. It wasjust that she was unaware the changes had already occurred. The swish was not the sound of the torrential rain, but the sound of two wingsunfurling in the rain. The green wings of over ten zhang in width unfurled behind her, accompanied bytwo streams of rainwater. They reflected the dusky light, causing the dropletsof water to seem like droplets of blood. It was beautiful but also hair-raising. The green wings suddenly flapped, causing crazy gusts of wind to rise on thestone platform before the main entrance. The droplets of water that fell fromthe sky were all shot away consecutively. A powerful Qi knocked all the rainback into the sky. Nanke disappeared from the edge of the stone platform, andin the next moment, she attacked Chen Changsheng with a few droplets ofremaining blood and an extremely cold killing intent. Chen Changsheng’s gaze passed through these droplets of rain and the coldwinds, and met with the small girl’s gaze. He only saw her cold and resolutedetermination to kill. In that moment, his eyelashes stopped trembling from thecold wind due to the killing intent. The terrifying, full-powered strike of thesmall Demon Princess actually caused him to fear that he could not resist it. Although he thought like this, he did not give up, because he wanted tocontinue living. As a result, he grasped the dagger, and chopped towards therain and cold wind before his eyes. Afterwards, in the moment when he swung the dagger, he felt an extremelydifferent feeling, so much that even his arm became stiff. He did not have confidence that this strike could block Nanke’s full-poweredblow. However, for some reason, he felt that he seemed to be very confident in thedagger in his hand. The dagger pierced into the cold wind and rain. The cold wind suddenly dispersed, and the cold rain suddenly stopped. Only for a moment, the edge of the dagger broke through this storm, andarrived before Nanke’s forehead. The sword energy of this strike was not stable, his heart of the sword was notcalm, and nor did he use any sword move.