Chapter 232 – The Grand Display of Fireworks Makes a Nightless Day (1/2)

Chapter 232 - The Grand Display of Fireworks Makes a Nightless Day

The starlight that covered the Mausoleum of Books, shining in sync with the starlight that rushed into his Ethereal Palace. The starlight was like snow, blanketing both Chen Changsheng and the broken monolith. His spiritual sense was carried along with the wind and snow, being taken off to some place unknown. The starlight also fell on other places, such as the Reflecting Monolith. The lines on the monolith became increasingly brighter and they would occasionally sparkle. It was just like as if mercury was flowing through those lines.

Although he could not see the Reflecting Monolith, he could see the inscriptions on it. He was insensible to the world, but his true essence flowed like the mercury-like starlight that flowed through the monolith inscriptions. The true essence began to flow through his meridians, allowing those once parched rivers and streams to flourish with life once more. Ultimately, those clear waters poured off the steep cliffs into the abyss below. It seemed identical to what had happened in the past, but now, there seemed to be a faint glimmer of hope.

Even if the abyss was even deeper, as long as the water flowed without end, presumably, there would be a day in which it was filled, right?

The starlight also fell upon the second Heavenly Tome Monolith. The lines on the monolith seemed to fluctuate between bright and dim, like the spiritual sense was floating in the void, its position was unfathomable. Chen Changsheng’s spiritual sense shifted, moving off to some distant riverbank, then suddenly arrived in front of the River Guiding Monolith. In the midst of his sojourn, an indescribable rule had been branded onto his soul.

The starlight fell on each of the seventeen Heavenly Tome Monoliths of the front mausoleum. Like falling snow and like drifting leaves, the countless methods for comprehending the monoliths thought by his worthy predecessors appeared in his sea of consciousness, one after the other, and in his body, they began to display their purposes. His meridians became saturated with true essence like never before, his spiritual sense was nourished like never before, and his qi constantly increased in power.

Time slowly passed. He sat in front ot the broken monolith with eyes closed, waiting for that moment to come.

The starlight continued to illuminate the capital, and the Dew Platform continued to blaze, except the light it gave off were cold like flames made of ice.

The Divine Empress stood in the middle of the indescribably beautiful flames of ice, looking at the Mausoleum of Books in silence. That monolith had vanished from the Mausoleum of Books long ago, so how did Chen Changsheng complete the starry sky?

The Mausoleum of Books was enveloped in that snow-like starlight. There was silence all around the monolith hut. As Gou Hanshi, Zhuang Huanyu, Tang Thirty-Six, and the other young monolith viewers saw the mercury-like starlight flow through the lines on that monolith, they each had their own expression. Although they could never know for sure what had happened here tonight, they knew that it definitely had something to do with Chen Changsheng.

Gou Hanshi suddenly lifted his head to look at the star-filled region in the southeast part of the sky, then he began walking towards the monolith hut. Zhexiu followed him. Then Tang Thirty-Six, Qi Jian, and the rest followed without hesitation. They all entered the hut, then they disappeared, going towards their respective monoliths.

They did not know why tonight, the Mausoleum of Books was illuminated to be as bright as day. However, they knew that many years ago, when Wang Zhice had broken through, the capital had experienced a similar strange phenomena.

They could clearly sense that the starlight tonight was much richer than on normal days. Even their own Fated Stars were much brighter than usual, like they were waiting for them. To cultivators, how could they pass on such an opportunity? Especially since after twenty odd days, the vast majority of them were on the verge of breaking through. They had to take advantage of every chance and opportunity.

Not long after Gou Hanshi and the others had entered the monolith hut and disappeared from the Reflecting Monolith, a clear and long cry suddenly arose from within the mountain mausoleum.

This clear cry came from the East Pavilion Monolith.

The Divine State’s Third Law, Liang Xiaoxiao, stood in front of the monolith hut, his expression has an icy arrogance as ever, only his trembling right hand betrayed his excitement. After he had broken through all those months ago, his cultivation had become stuck in a rut. Even his viewing of the monoliths had ceased to progress. Yet tonight, borrowing this starlight, he had broken through to the middle level of Ethereal Opening in one stroke.

In front of another monolith hut.

Tang Thirty-Six took the medicine box that Chen Changsheng had given him several days ago out of his bosom. He took some pills from the box and he offered them to Zhexiu. Then, he swallowed down the rest of the pills and closed his eyes.

Zhexiu shot him a glance, and then in the same way, he swallowed the pills.

Glancing at Guan Feibai and Liang Banhu, Gou Hanshi distributed the medicines prepared by the Mount Li Sword Sect, then without any further delay, he moved on to the next monolith hut. Only after he delivered the rest of the pills to Qi Jian would he slowly take his leave.

This was the third Heavenly Tome Monolith, Bent Osmanthus Monolith.

It was spring, so there were no osmanthus flowers blooming on the mountain. There were no golden petals, nor was there any of that sweet cloying fragrance of osmanthus flowers most detested by Tang Thirty-Six.

And yet for some reason, around the Bent Osmanthus Monolith, an intense fragrance suddenly appeared.

Perhaps it was because all those shockingly talented youth were using their true essence to digest the pills, thus releasing this fragrance.

Pop, pop, pop, pop.

A fine, yet extremely disturbing breaking sound arose from Zhexiu’s body.

It seemed like the sound of all of his bones being broken.

Soon after, the sound of boiling water arose from his body.

Following this, more and more sounds of boiling water began to arise from all around the monolith. The cross-legged youths, eyes shut, slowly began to be wrapped in a white mist as they broke though.

The boiling was the sound of the radiance of the stars igniting into true essence, the sound of the gate of the Ethereal Palace in the Spirit Mountain slowly being pushed open.

After an unknown amount of time, Tang Thirty-Six opened his eyes.

The joking expression that was usually seen in his eyes long ago had disappeared, it was replaced with solemnity, peace and an incomparable serenity.

In the deepest depths of his black pupils, there still seemed to be the afterglow from the radiance of the stars.

This was proof that his Ethereal Palace had been opened.

Tang Thirty-Six had entered Ethereal Opening.

Guan Feibai opened his eyes next. He spat out a mouthful of impure Qi, and a hot vapor rising from the corner of his lips.

Liang Banhu opened his eyes, then he looked around with a look of naïve joy. He seemed extremely peaceful and happy.

The two disciple from Mount Li Sword Sect had entered Ethereal Opening.

Next, Su Moyu had entered Ethereal Opening.

The senior sister from Holy Maiden Peak entered Ethereal Opening.

The students from Star Seizer Academy entered Ethereal Opening.

The two scholars from Scholartree Manor entered Ethereal Opening.

Around the Bent Osmanthus Monolith, people successively entered Ethereal Opening.

In front of the River Guiding Monolith, Qi Jian entered Ethereal Opening.

In the front mausoleum, every person had entered Ethereal Opening.

Like snow, the starlight fell over the Mausoleum of Books.

When some people broke into Ethereal Opening, the qi around the monolith hut became disturbed. This caused the starlight snow falling down to bend and scatter, like flowers blooming. It was particularly beautiful.

Tang Thirty-Six stood in front of the Bent Osmanthus Monolith, lightly rubbing his fingers and taking in that sweet and cloying fragrance. Suddenly, he realized that the osmanthus flowers were not so unbearable after all.

The starlight fell on his body, then like water, it sputtered apart and scattered back into the night sky.

Not too far off, where Liang Banhu and Guan Feibai stood, starlight was also sputtering apart and then scattering back into the night sky.

Outside the Bent Osmanthus Monolith, ten odd rays of starlight sputtered into the night, there were figures of people standing in them.

An identical scene was occurring in many places in the front mausoleum.

The luxuriant forests of the Mausoleum of Books, even when enveloped in starlight, were still somewhat gloomy.