333 A Monster Like a Mountain

Looking back over a thousand years ago, centuries before Zhou had disappeared,countless experts were defeated at his hands in those hundreds of years.Countless renowned swords were broken under his blade and were buried in thisgrassland in the Garden of Zhou. This grassland was the Sword Pool, or perhapsmore-so the Sword Sea. The proudest and strongest blade within madepreparations for a long time and subsequently began to attempt to leave thisgrassland to see the light again. It broke the restriction at the edge of thegrassland and quickly entered the small lake nearby until it reached the worldthrough the mountain range. It was like a fish swimming in a great lake andreturned to the cold lake where the stream started by going through the bottomof it. It borrowed the complicated structure of the Garden of Zhou to avoid therules within it and finally succeeded. Unfortunately, the sword was unable to reach complete success. When it leftthe grassland, in order to resist against the restrictions that had been setdown by Zhou Dufu, the sword intent remained in the grassland and foughtagainst the Qi that exuded from the stone pillars. Only the body of the swordhad arrived in the forest by the lake, which was then slowly covered up byfallen leaves. The sword and the intent were separated. One day, a Mount Li disciple called Su Li came to the Garden of Zhou. Hewalked into the quiet forest, and stepped past the rotting leaves. He lifted upthe sword body that had already begun to rust and was no longer as it wasbefore, and then he took it out of the Garden of Zhou. The sword intent wasstill trapped inside the grassland, waiting silently and alone. After anotherseveral centuries, a student of the Orthodox Academy called Chen Changshengcame to the Garden of Zhou. He carried a Yellow Paper Umbrella in hand, and thesword and intent finally met again. Only because of that did the ten thousandswords soaring in the sky exist. The histories full of unyielding resistance belonged to the sword and the tenthousand swords. Chen Changsheng was unable to understand the recollection, sohe naturally was unable to understand these details. However, he held theYellow Paper Umbrella and stood between the ten thousand broken swords andgained an even deeper understanding to the emotions given off by their swordintents. The swords wanted to leave the Garden of Zhou. Other than that, they had noother requests. Then, they should leave together. Just as he had said to the sword intent before, and as he had said to XuYourong, at this moment, he made a promise to the countless swords surroundingthe mausoleum. It was dusk around the mausoleum. The red, warm light turned slightly cold,and there was the smell of dirt and rust everywhere. Ten thousand old swords inhorrible conditions burst out with the hatred and power they had saved up forcenturies as soon as they appeared, and at least a third of all the monsterwere killed. The black monster tide was thus temporarily suppressed. However, the monster tide only grew silent temporarily. It was impossible forthe ten thousand swords in horrible conditions to continue to release such apowerful sword intent. With the flow of time, the monster tide began to rushforth once again, giving angry howls at the swords in the sky. It was not knownwhether it was because of the blood on the grassland, but the howls seemed evenmore terrifying and bloody. The Sword Pool finally appeared. Ten thousand swords floated high in the sky. Looking at the scene, no matter if it was the zither-playing old man or themaids, they all paled and almost fell into despair. The powerful demon generalcouple also displayed an abnormally serious expression, and even some ominoussigns could be seen in their eyes. Nanke’s small face instead did not revealany fear, and she only stayed silent for a while. Through the countless swords, she looked at Chen Changsheng who stood beforethe main entrance of the mausoleum. Her voice was as cold and as hard asthousand-year-old ice, “Do you think you can change the ending of the storylike this?” Before, when the Mountain Sea Sword arrived through the air, she saidsomething similar to Chen Changsheng. At that time, Chen Changsheng did notreply and only pointed at her from afar with the heavy metal sword.Concurrently, he also did not reply. With his gaze, the hundreds of sworddirectly in front of the mausoleum slowly turned to point at her. Actions were always more powerful than words. They could be used to persuadepeople, and they could also be used to kill people. Looking at this scene, the corner of Nanke’s lips curled slightly. Looking atthe swords, she said in disdain, “A bunch of defeated swords—how can you try toact brave?” These swords were swords that once had great reputations in the continent, andtheir owners were true experts. However, in the end, they still suffered defeatunder the Halving Blade and were inevitably buried by Zhou Dufu in thisgrassland. They suffered under the wind, rain and the endless sun for hundredsof years. They were either broken or in a horrible condition, covered inintermittent stains of rust. Nanke believed that she was the successor of the Garden of Zhou. How could shelet these swords leave? She raised the black Soul Wood in her hand and gazed at the swords in thesurrounding sky of the mausoleum expressionlessly. The black piece of Soul Wood suddenly began to glow brightly again in responseto her action, except it was even more concentrated than before, reminiscent ofa luminous pearl that began to shine thousands of times brighter. At the sametime, her indifferent voice resounded once again, “Defeat is defeat. Centuriesago, you suffered defeat, and centuries later, you will still suffer defeat.” When her voice faded away, her feet left the divine path, and she slowlyfloated up into the sky. The horrible rain fell. Her dress floated slightly, and her black hair dancedin the air. The feeling of immaturity in her eyes slowly disappeared, and onlya coldness that was rich in demonic malice remained. A powerful Qi dispersedinto the surroundings from her small body. Dozens of black streams of airfluttered around her akin to ribbons. Chen Changsheng had never underestimated this powerful, and even terrifying,Demon Princess. Not to mention the fact that she was the only disciple of BlackRobe, it was obvious that she had some relationship with the Garden of Zhou, sowho knew what other techniques she still had up her sleeve? Hearing herdisdainful and confident words, he knew that he could not allow the situationto continue. With the slight control of his spiritual sense, a sword flewthrough the wind. The heavy Mountain Sea Sword chopped towards Nanke, who was above the divinepath, with a huge gust of wind. The Teng Xiaoming and Liu Wan’er couple were already long prepared. Leaping upexplosively, they forcefully blocked the sword with their powerful level ofcultivation. The Mountain Sea Sword was very wide and big. Behind it hid a graceful sword. Between life and death, Chen Changsheng had also learnt such cold, craftymethods. The graceful Yue Maiden Sword borrowed the gust of wind created by theMountain Sea Sword to hide in and soundlessly broke through the obstructions ofthe Demon General couple. It arrived in front of Nanke, and with a soft swish,it was thrust towards her forehead. At this moment, Nanke had already closed her eyes. Her forehead that seemed alittle wide was snow white. She did not have any emotions and also did not seethe arrival of the graceful sword. The broken zither string made no sound and floated gently. The zither-playingold man, who seemed already be at the brink of death, yelled loudly, pushingoff the floating zither string with his feet. He took a few strides in the airand arrived before Nanke. He used his own body to block the graceful sword.With a squelch, the graceful sword pierced through the throat of thezither-playing old man, fresh blood squirting out. In the gust of wind, the metal sword that was heavy like a mountain suppressedthe Demon General couple. The dead body of the old man fell towards the ground.Although he blocked the Yue Maiden Sword for a moment, Nanke still had notreturned to her senses. How could Chen Changsheng lose such an opportunity? Heextended his hand and grabbed the broken Demon Commander’s Banner Sword. From adistance hundreds of zhang away, he chopped at Nanke. Above the divine path, which the rain fell on, there was a sudden flappingwind susurrus, as if an invisible flag was floating in the wind. The army banner flapped, and the sword intent burst forth. The DemonCommander’s Banner Sword, which already had the front portion broken, produceda bitter, cold sword ray. Chen Changsheng did not know the banner sword style, but he wanted to try andsee whether he could use the sword style of demons to break the defence of thedemon princess. Unfortunately, he was unable to see the result of the strike,because he suddenly felt a sign of danger in the sea of consciousness. It madehim forcefully pull back the Demon Commander’s Banner Sword, holding ithorizontally before his eyes. Clang~! The Demon Commander’s Banner Sword that only had half of it remaining trembledviolently in the air by the edge of the stone platform, producing a ratherunwilling resonance. Chen Changsheng felt a wave of great pain in his wrist. If it was not for hisastonishing willpower, perhaps the Demon Commander’s Banner Sword would havealready left his hand. Where did the arrow come from? In the surroundings of the main entrance of the mausoleum in front of him, hedid not see any arrows and only saw a fine strand of hair that floated gentlyabove the divine path. Was the thing the Demon Commander’s Banner Sword had blocked not an arrow butrather a fine hair? He gazed at the grassland below the mausoleum.