Chapter 567 – Escaping into the Depths of Mount Han (1/2)

Chapter 567 - Escaping into the Depths of Mount Han

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

When confronting what was possibly the world's most powerful existence, the most miserable end, Chen Changsheng was afraid, nervous, uneasy…but he did not despair.

He had his fill of despair when he was ten, had gotten used to it and knew it was of no use.

He stared at the middle-aged scholar standing by the distant stream while in his right sleeve, his hand gripped a button.

The middle-aged scholar seemed to sense something and his gaze instantly grew sharper, cold and sharp like a sword. A terrifying Qi dispersed into the surrounding wilderness.

With a boom, the stones in the air were shaken apart by an earthquake.

The snowstorm suddenly intensified and the mountain path grew even colder. With many clatters, the weapons of many cultivators fell to the ground.

Chen Changsheng felt that his right hand was not quite listening to him, almost as if it really was frozen. He actually could not break the button in his palm!

Relying on the steady flow of energy from the array within Mount Han, the several hundred Heavenstones once more descended.

The middle-aged scholar raised his right hand and seemed to flick his finger at the distant mountain path.

An invisible Qi passed through the Heavenstones and reached the mountain path.

Chen Changsheng's right hand had been locked down by the middle-aged scholar's Qi, but his left hand could still move.

With a burst of metal screeching, the metal ball flying out of his sheath unfurled with unimaginable speed.

An old umbrella appeared in Chen Changsheng's left hand.

The Yellow Paper Umbrella.

A rumble resonated through the mountain path. The stream water surged, splashing and turning into countless pieces of snow.

The Qi struck against the surface of the Yellow Paper Umbrella.

An unimaginably berserk power traveled down the Yellow Paper Umbrella and transferred to Chen Changsheng's body.

Chen Changsheng's body was like a small rock struck by a metal hammer. It whistled through the air then heavily struck the firm cliff face!

Dust billowed into the air and then settled back down.

The clear outline of a human could be seen on the cliff face, as well as some stone fragments, but no trace of Chen Changsheng could be seen.

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The reason Chen Changsheng was able to escape the middle-aged scholar's Qi lock and use some unfathomable method to vanish was naturally the button that he had been gripping in his palm the entire time.

This was no ordinary button—it was the Thousand Li Button.

Back then, when Luoluo had encountered the demon assassin in the Orthodox Academy, she had once used the Thousand Li Button but had been blocked by the Heavenly Net.

The Heavenly Net was the weapon of the Demon Lord. Although its might was no longer what it once was, it was still enough to restrain the Thousand Li Button.

Now, the Heavenly Net was in the hands of the Great Zhou Imperial Court.

Today in Mount Han, Chen Changsheng had encountered the master of the Heavenly Net. He had used the Thousand Li Button and was not blocked by the Heavenly Net. Instead, he was blocked by a great stone.

At this point, he should have already left the range of Mount Han and rendezvoused with Mao Qiuyu and Linghai Zhiwang at the base of the mountain, yet he still remained within the mountain range.

The several thousand stones floating in the sky had sealed off all of Mount Han, so he could not leave.

A great boulder like a small mountain sat across the mountain path, barring the way.

Chen Changsheng's face was pale beyond belief. The internal injuries in his body exploded, causing him to spit blood onto the stone.

The distant finger of the middle-aged scholar actually faintly surpassed Zhu Luo's sword that he had faced in Xunyang City.

If not for the Yellow Paper Umbrella, he would certainly be dead.

Even so, a hole had appeared on the canvas of the Yellow Paper Umbrella.

Chen Changsheng examined the bloodstain on the stone. Even after confirming that there was no scent, he still could not relax. He took up some dust and covered the stain, then rushed up the mountain path.

In past battles, he very rarely fled, much less abandoned his companions. However, today was different. There was simply no possibility of defeating, or even somewhat resisting, the middle-aged scholar. Moreover, he was keenly aware that the middle-aged scholar's objective was him, so the farther he escaped, the safer his companions were.

So he escaped, escaped with abnormal resolve.