Chapter 550 – Cultivating Together (1/2)
Chapter 550 - Cultivating Together
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
What shouldn’t he do? Chen Changsheng naturally understood. After a moment of silence, he nodded his head.
This broken monolith had been broken by Zhou Dufu. The Heavenly Tome Monolith that had originally stood in this place had been brought away by him and should be installed in the Garden of Zhou. This also meant that this Heavenly Tome Monolith was highly likely to be with him and Xu Yourong. Just a moment ago when he saw the broken monolith, he was overcome by a fierce desire to see the complete appearance of this Heavenly Tome Monolith.
He wished to see which stone pearl was this Heavenly Tome Monolith and then reinstall it…
Xu Yourong did not allow him to do this because she was keenly aware that if the Heavenly Tome Monolith returned to its old mausoleum, it would definitely cause the heavens to change in color and cause all experts of the world to sense it.
”In total, eleven Heavenly Tome Monoliths are stranded outside.”
He gazed at the peak of the Mausoleum of Books and whispered, ”If the front mausoleum uses this broken monolith as the divider, then doesn't that mean there are twelve mausoleums in all?”
The Mausoleum of Books was a very mystical place.
Its peak seemed very close, but it was also so distant that it seemed to touch the sky.
Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong knew that before Zhou Dufu stole away those Heavenly Tome Monoliths, there was no such thing as a front mausoleum in the Mausoleum of Books.
Xu Yourong suggested, ”We can ask someone about these things.”
Chen Changsheng showed surprise as he asked, ”Ask who?”
”I asked the Empress, but she wasn't willing to say.”
Xu Yourong gazed at a certain place in the Mausoleum of Books and continued, ”But there must be other people that know.”
Chen Changsheng asked, ”When do we begin?”
Xu Yourong rolled up her dress and sat cross-legged in front of the monolith hut. Then, she extended her hand and invited him to sit on the grass to her right.
Separated by several feet from the broken monolith, her slender finger began to write upon it. She wrote like the wind, stroke after stroke appearing on its surface.
She wrote very quickly, but there was no gap in her writing. It was very clear, just like that sword she had wielded to break through the snowstorm on the Bridge of Helplessness.
Even a Saint that had stepped into the Divine Domain might only be able to understand ten to twenty percent of the words left by her finger. Not even they would able to understand the entire thing.
The only person that could understand this writing was Chen Changsheng who sat by her in the grass.
Once she finished writing, it was Chen Changsheng's turn. Chen Changsheng's finger was extremely stable. Every stroke was like the peeling of a knife or the chiseling of a hatchet.
As the finger pierced the air, it carried along a breeze. Once the breeze vanished, it naturally left no traces behind. As for the broken monolith, it was even less possible to leave anything upon it.
But Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong stared at the broken monolith with incredible focus.
Because they had completely memorized those words they had just written.
Those strokes were words and also pictures.
It was divided into three sections, one hundred and eight moves. Put together, it was the Halving Blade Style.
Back in the Garden of Zhou, when that massive mountain of the obsidian coffin had opened, they discovered on its wall the world's most famous and most powerful blade style.
The Halving Blade Style left behind by Zhou Dufu was truly mystical. The one hundred and eight moves all seemed to be individual blade techniques, but in reality, they were one. Only by completely grasping each of the hundred and eight moves could one truly understand the true meaning of the Halving Blade Style.