Chapter 652 – White Moonlight (1/2)
Chapter 652 – White Moonlight
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
In Xunyang City and the Myriad Willows Garden, Zhu Luo had suffered two successive blows and was no longer at his peak, but when he unsheathed his sword, he was still an expert of the Divine Domain, accompanied by a storm.
Tonight, the torrents of rain had poured down for a very long time. Even now, there was still rainwater flowing down from the mausoleum. This rainwater gathered in the shallow canals of white, gradually muddying the waters in them.
Suddenly, the turbid waters of the canal became a pure white akin to snow.
Not because they had been cleaned, but because of the reflected light.
A extremely bright and clear splendor appeared at the base of the Mausoleum of Books.
This splendor came from the sword in Zhu Luo's hand.
Next, a sphere of pure white light appeared amidst the scattered clouds and stars. Everyone knew that it was fake, but it seemed so real when they looked up at it.
Zhu Luo's sword slashed towards the Mausoleum of Books.
A streak of moonlight followed.
A streak of moonlight simultaneously appeared in the night sky.
The waters in the canal shone with incomparable brilliance, so white as to be somewhat dazzling.
The Divine Path paved with white jade also shone a pure snow-white.
A streak of sword intent and two streaks of moonlight, the opening strike and the follow-up attack, came like a tide.
This was that most powerful sword technique Zhu Luo had become enlightened to several centuries ago when he saw the moon of the demons on the snowy plains to the north.
He had relied on precisely this sword technique to behead the then-second-ranked Demon General, thus establishing from then on his transcendent reputation.
Tonight was his final night and this strike was presumably his final strike, so this was naturally his most powerful strike.
The entirety of the Mausoleum of Books was awash in moonlight. For this transcendent expert of Tianliang County to push his sword intent to such a level while so heavily injured was truly awe-inspiring.
Yet…such a powerful and masterly strike was not even able to enter the Divine Path, much less reach the summit of the Mausoleum of Books.
The instant his two streaks of moonlight rose up to follow his sword intent, another stream of light exploded from the base of the Mausoleum of Books.
This stream of light was brighter, purer, harsher than Zhu Luo's moonlight.
It was a sword glow.
This sword glow like a snowstorm enveloped the world at the base of the Divine Path in an extremely brief amount of time.
These two extremely powerful sword intents clashed.
The water in the canals boiled, spraying countless crystalline drops of water into the night sky that were promptly cut in two.
The firm plain of black stone was scored with countless extremely straight sword slashes, at least several feet deep.
The world was filled with the shrill and abnormally terrifying sounds of slicing.
Were the two streaks of moonlight able to drive away the snowstorm, or would the snowstorm ultimately obscure the moon?
Suddenly, the extremely grating sound of metal being broken was heard!
In a gale of wind and snow, the moon in the night sky was scattered and smashed, the streaks of moonlight in front of the Divine Path annihilated along with it!
Zhu Luo's figure suddenly dissipated.
In the next moment, he had returned in front of his wheelchair.
His face was extremely pale, the sword in his hands already broken.
His gray hair danced in the night wind. Occasionally, a few stalks would snap off.
He had carried a resolve to die as he slashed at the Mausoleum of Books. He had been incomparably determined, so he would naturally not choose to retreat.
He had been forced back by the snowstorm of sword intent.
The Tianhai Divine Empress had still not struck, so whose sword intent was so powerful?
Zhu Luo's body began to faintly tremble as if the wind was about to blow him onto the ground.
Guan Xingke glanced at him.
Zhu Luo slowly shook his head. He slowly placed his broken sword back in its sheath and then slowly raised his head to look forward.
He could have performed these actions much more confidently and easily but he did not. He did everything with great gravity and slowness because he knew that this was the final time he would be able to sheath his sword.
The sword intent akin to a snowstorm gradually dispersed, revealing a vague picture of the base of the Divine Path and the pavilion there.
In the pavilion sat a man.
Zhu Luo gazed at it and ruefully sighed, ”I did not expect that you were already so powerful.”
With a soft rip, the front lapel of his gown was cut open, revealing a clear and deep wound out of which blood gradually seeped.
”Two years ago, Xun Mei met his death while seeking the Dao, moving me. On that night, I decided to break through. From that moment on, I was already this powerful.”
A ancient voice emerged from the pavilion.
This voice had come from the suit of armor, as if dyed by the scent of time pervading the dust and rust upon the armor.
As the words fell, dust gradually rose, and then came the scraping of metal.
Then, the pavilion collapsed, dust rising up in a plume. Amidst this dust, a mountainous figure was faintly visible.
He had sat under this pavilion for six hundred years. Tonight, he finally stood up.
He was the guardian of the Mausoleum of Books.
The first ranked Divine General of the continent, Han Qing.
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Seeing the suddenly collapsed pavilion, seeing the figure amongst the dust, everyone was shocked, their expressions extremely grave.
None of these experts that had come to the Mausoleum of Books would forget the existence of this legendary figure, but they had grown used to treating him as a sculpture or symbol.
Having guarded the mausoleum for six-hundred-plus years, Han Qing, the number one Divine General of the continent, had obtained the respect of the entire world. Even the Storms of the Eight Directions would not dare look down on him.
Everyone knew that if he had not sworn an oath to guard the mausoleum, he might have stepped into the Divine Domain many years ago.
Yet only tonight did people discover that he had already broken through!