Chapter 226 – The Broken Monolith (2/2)

He turned around, and saw that, in the meadow, under a white cliff, was another monolith hut.

He had deciphered the seventeen monoliths of the front mausoleum, so according to the records of the Daoist Canon, he should have been sent to the next mausoleum.

But this was definitely still the front mausoleum.

The structure of that monolith hut was no different than that of the Reflecting Monolith or the River Guiding Monolith.

Chen Changsheng was rather surprised. Could there possibly be another Heavenly Tome Monolith in the front mausoleum?

Front mausoleum of the Mausoleum of Books had seventeen monoliths. This was a fact that everyone knew. Unless someone had been concealing this fact, but who would conceal it? Chen Changsheng suddenly remembered when he was studying the Daoist Classics back in Xining Village, with regards to the world’s way of speaking, at the very beginning the Mausoleum of Books did not have any sort of front or back mausoleum.

Standing amidst the blazing meadow, he did not hesitate for long. He stepped forward and began walking towards the monolith hut. As he broke through the weeds, it was as if he was stamping out the fire, or a fishing boat rowing through a river as thousands of fish scales gleamed in the light.

Walking in front of the monolith hut, he stopped and looked in. What he saw was a scene he could never have imagined, and could not help but stare.

This monolith hut had no Heavenly Tome Monolith. To be more precise, this monolith hut once had a Heavenly Tome Monolith, but now that monolith had disappeared without a trace, only leaving a pedestal.On this pedestal was a somewhat conspicuous protrusion of spoiled stone, about half a palm wide and very short. Perhaps it was all that remained of the Heavenly Tome Monolith?

Chen Changsheng’s body became as incredibly rigid. The previous joy and relaxation had long since been replaced by shock and surprise.

The front mausoleum of the Mausoleum of Book actually had eighteen monoliths. This was already surprising already. Yet what was even more unfathomable was that the last monolith was actually this broken monolith!

He stood in front of the monolith hut in a daze for a very long time, then gradually was able to collect his wits and suppress that fierce shock and unease. He walked up to that broken monolith and realized that on this small chunk, there were no lines or characters. In other words, the monolith inscriptions were all on the piece of the monolith that had been broken off.

He rubbed the surface of that broken monolith, feeling the hardness of the monolith stone, how after countless years of wind and snow, its edges still remained as sharp as ever. An expression of frustration slowly grew on his face.

This monolith had clearly been broken by some extremely great power.

In the beginning, when the Heavenly Tome Monoliths fell to the earth, the base of the monoliths began to grow roots that connected them deep into the earth on their own.

In the three thousand classics of the Daoist Canons, amongst countless stories, there was not a single one that said that the Heavenly Tome Monoliths could be broken and carried out of the mausoleum.

Then where did this power come from to be powerful enough to break this Heavenly Tome Monolith?

If it was a human, then who was this human?

How did that person do it?

Where did he take that piece of the Heavenly Tome Monolith?

Chen Changsheng looked around in frustration at the blazing meadow.

The twilight deepened and the night seeped in. The mountain winds gradually became colder.

He felt somewhat chilly.

The joy and satisfaction he felt had long since departed. The shock from seeing the broken monolith had also vanished without a trace.

His mind had already become somewhat numb.

His heart was filled with boundless reverence and even fear.

Is that what real power was like?

The Mausoleum of Books became shrouded in darkness.

Along with the disappearance of the last rays of sunset, the stars in the sky once again occupied the sky as well as the eyes of man.

Chen Changsheng stood outside the monolith hut, staring motionlessly at the starry sky.

He remained in this position for a very long time.

He had been accompanied by that shadow for so many years, that in the end, he was no ordinary youth.

Although he had not reached the point where he was able to laugh in the face of death, but after using so much time, an even stronger power would be unable to affect his mind.

He turned around and walked into the monolith hut, and once again stood before the broken monolith.