339 Ten Thousand Swords Form a Dragon

Burn. Chen Changsheng spoke to himself. He was very calm. As the words echoed in his heart, the open plains that held the snow began toburn quickly. The power of the flames was countless times stronger than before,and with just a moment, the snow was completely burned away. At the same time,beautiful blue flames also appeared on the surface of the clear lakesurrounding the Spirit Mountain. The snow melted into water, which transformed into mist. Perhaps it condensedinto water again, or perhaps it dispersed as mist. These were all true essence.It swiftly and violently wreaked havoc in his body, forcefully rushing throughhis blocked meridians. In the dry riverbed, it rushed past rock piles andchasms from the start till the end. The violent true essence set his blood alight, burning his internal organs andmeridians. It brought an unimaginable pain, which caused his face to becomeextremely pale. However, it also caused his eyes to glow brighter and brighter. Chen Changsheng raised his own level of cultivation to the peak without theslightest worry. He stood at the doorstep between life and death, and used hisown life to fight. He only did so in order to provide enough true essence tothe dagger in his hand, to awaken its soul. The huge Golden-winged Great Peng in the sky before the mausoleum looked athim indifferently. Strong winds and streams of air merged with the light at theedge of its wings, which seemed extremely magnificent. The sacred flames in itseyes became even colder, actually displaying a vague sense of respect. Chen Changsheng’s body, after bathing in dragon blood, had a defensive abilitythat was close to perfection. However, with the violent burning of the snowyplains all the way to the lake water, an unimaginable amount of true essenceexploded in him. His body was finally unable to bear it any longer, and beganto rupture. The part that ruptured first was the corner of his eyes, and then hiseardrums. Several streams of blood flowed from his facial features, and closelyfollowing it, the skin on his face also began to crack open. Streams of freshblood flowed out, and the scene seemed extremely horrifying. In the cracks ofblood, bone could be seen, as well as flames that were vaguely like glimmers ofstars. The blood flowed from his face and flowed from his hands, causing hisclothes to become wet. It also wet the sword hilt and landed on the surface ofthe stone platform, before continuing to burn. An indescribable fragrance dispersed into the surroundings of the mausoleumwith his blood. As his blood burned, the fragrance became heavier by countlesstimes. It was dispersed even further, all the way to the edge of the grassland. Those most sensitive to this fragrance were naturally monsters. The blackocean surrounding the mausoleum became violent once again, and the monstersthat were suppressed so much by the might of the Golden-winged Great Peng thatthey were unable to raise their heads could not resist this smell. It was likethe enticement that came from the deepest parts of life, and they all raisedtheir heads one by one to gaze towards the air above the mausoleum. Theirbreathing sped up, and they panted loudly. They dripped with saliva, and theireyes became bloodshot. They were excited and insatiable. The Golden-winged Great Peng had also smelled the fragrance. In the shadowthat enveloped the sky, its eyes were like two floating balls of sacred flame.At this moment, the two flames began to burn violently, and some emotionsfinally appeared in its indifferent, sacred Qi. The emotions were admiration for life, the yearning of life, the thirst forlife and… the craving of life. This was the emotion Chen Changsheng feared the most, and it was the matterthat he once feared the most. However, now, he was not scared, because he wasonly a thin line away from death. His foot was already on the doorstep, and ifhe could only burn himself to awaken the soul, why did he have to care aboutthese gazes? The shadow of the Golden-winged Great Peng landed on the mausoleum. It spreadopen its wings, and enveloped a portion of the grassland with a circumferenceof thousands of li. Both the sky and ground became dark. All of the lightfalling on the mausoleum was covered up. It was pitch-black like the true nightthat the grassland had never seen. The ten thousand swords trembled slightly,and almost could not withstand it. Some swords slowly fell down like leaves. An extremely powerful pressure that had no equal mixed in with the insatiablecraving. It seemed to become something that was actually material, and landedon Chen Changsheng’s body in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum. Immediately, the fresh blood that flowed on his body coagulated. The burningflames were extinguished. The pressure dispersed the black hair that wastightly tied behind him, and afterwards, the black hair began to shrivel andturn yellow from the end, slowly turning into dust and trailing down. Awaken. He looked at the dagger in his hand and said in his heart. Awaken. He was speaking to his heart quietly. What was the heart? It was the Ethereal Palace. Where was the Ethereal Palace?It was on top of the Spirit Mountain. Chen Changsheng’s door of the EtherealPalace had long already been open. There was not a fallen leaf on the SpiritMountain, and it was surrounded by the lake water that seemed real and fake atthe same time. The mountain was in the lake. The lake that floated in the air was very clear and extremely transparent. Onthe surface of it burned blue flames. In the deepest parts of it, the spiritualsoul of the Black Dragon floated silently. With Chen Changsheng’s calling, anextremely light tremble travelled from the Ethereal Palace to the mountain pathof the Spirit Mountain. Afterwards, it spread into the lake, and the lake waterbegan to ripple. It gently washed the body of the Black Dragon, like a warmrubbing, like her father waking her up in the morning every day before he hadleft home. The Black Dragon slowly opened its eyes. A sliver of disappointment appearedin her slit-like pupils, and she looked at the pieces of ice in the surroundinglake water. She took a while before realising what had happened since she fellasleep, and then felt the tremble at the bottom of the lake from the EtherealPalace. She heard Chen Changsheng’s voice, and took only a moment to understandwhat was happening outside. She had even seen the Golden-winged Great Peng inthe sky. A cold Qi exuded from her eyes. It was arrogance and disdain. Even though atthis very moment she was only a spiritual soul, she was unable to withstand thechallenge of the Great Peng. The arrogance and disdain turned into explosiveanger. A clear and angry dragon roar reverberated from the depths of the lake. It didnot travel far, but it caused the lake water to surge constantly. The surfaceof the lake burned even more violently, and with a very loud bang, the BlackDragon burst through the lake water. She left the Ethereal Palace, and flewover the open plains that already had all of its snow incinerated. She followedthe mist and the flow of true essence formed by the clear water, and flew overthe river beds that were no longer dry. Following Chen Changsheng’sconsciousness, she entered his arm, and then entered a completely new world. The spiritual soul of the Black Dragon entered the dagger, but to her, it wasa completely unfamiliar world. It was full of golden light, and what made herineffably feel familiarity was that she could feel two extremely familiar Qi inthe world. The two Qi were so strong that they even caused her to feel slightlyuneasy, but contradicting ideas did not form for her, because these two Qiswere those of seniors. No-one, not even Chen Changsheng himself, knew just how closely related thedagger was with the Dragon race. In the run-down temple at Xining Village, Yu Ren gifted him the dagger. Heused the dagger to participate in many fights. The sharpness of the daggerbrought many shocks to the world, but actually, the true power of the daggerwas not used at all. It was because his level of cultivation was too ordinary, and was unable torefine a sword intent that matched up to the dagger. It was also becausefifteen years ago, when the dagger was successfully smelted, it was always in astate of unwillingness, unwilling to awaken. Until now, when the dragon soul had entered the dagger, and met the swordintent of the Dragoncry Sword. This cause the dagger to awaken. To truly awaken. Chen Changsheng did not know what change occurred to the dagger, but he knewthat it was awakened. The soul of the sword had awakened. He raised his head and looked at the Golden-winged Great Peng in the sky abovethe mausoleum. His expression was calm, his eyes bright and full of intent tobattle. The ten thousand swords in the surroundings of the mausoleum slowlycorrected their position and pointed towards the Great Peng under his gaze,ready to fight. Go, he said to the dagger through his heart. However, he did not know that hehad actually yelled the word out with his mouth. “Go!” He threw the dagger in his hand towards the sky. The dagger turned into a streak of golden light and left the stone platformbefore the main entrance of the mausoleum. It flew towards the Golden-wingedGreat Peng. With a trembling of the world, countless rays of gold light arosefrom before the mausoleum. The ten thousand swords resonated simultaneously,giving out a clear or rough sword resonance. Ten thousand swords pierced through the air with whooshes and followed behindthe dagger. They glowed brightly. The Yellow Paper Umbrella in his left hand swayed gently, as if it wascheering or giving blessings. The dagger drew a perfectly straight line in the gloomy sky. Ten thousand swords followed closely behind it, and turned into a thin bandaround ten li in length. The ten thousand swords arrived high in the sky. Rays of light poured out fromthe edge of the wings of the Golden-winged Great Peng, and landed on them. The ten thousand swords reflected the light, and constantly flickered withradiance, as if they were scales. The ten thousand swords were ten thousand scales, and connected in the sky.Directly in front of them was the dagger. The dagger gave off an unimaginable pressure and radiance. Faintly, in the sacred light, it seemed as though a golden dragon head hadappeared.