Chapter 657 – Three Saints United (2/2)

The Tianhai Divine Empress did not give him any orders, instead turning her gaze to the Pope walking out from the darkness.

Han Qing had broken into the Divine Domain two years ago and his understanding and grasp of the principles of the world were still somewhat lacking in depth, but he had earlier killed Zhu Luo, so his grandeur was at its peak. Taken together with the Frost God Spear in his hand, he was completely capable of doing battle with experts on the level of the Eight Storms, and even held the advantage.

Bie Yanghong was heavily wounded and probably had no more strength to fight. Wuqiong Bi's courage was shattered, but even if she suddenly regained it and exploded with her true might, even if Mao Qiuyu, Mu Jiushi, and those sect elders concealed in the darkness all displayed strength beyond expectations, he would still be able to hold on until that time.

That time was precisely when she defeated her three strongest opponents.

Yes, from the very start, the Tianhai Divine Empress had made this decision.

She had first taken care of Guan Xingke and Bie Yanghong, the two more troublesome of her opponents, sweeping clean the area around the Mausoleum of Books.

Then, she prepared to face off against the Pope, Shang Xingzhou, and the monk who had come from the distant Sacred Light Continent.

The Pope, Shang Xingzhou, and the monk by the stream were all experts above the Storms of the Eight Directions. In terms of the realms of strength used in the continent, they were all Saints.

With such an array of forces, if Zhou Dufu, Chen Xuanba, or Emperor Taizong were reborn, even they would feel in great danger.

But even though she had changed Chen Changsheng's fate and was no longer at her full might, she was still completely confident.

Thunder rumbled from the night sky.

Wind blew through the forest, passing through the rain water on the tree leaves and curling about the Tianhai Divine Empress's body, wafting up her hair and clothes.

She still stood at the peak of the Mausoleum of Books, but she had already gone elsewhere.

When not obscured by the clouds, the profuse stars in the night sky were very beautiful and dazzling, but now, they suddenly seemed to lose all their brilliance, because a shadow had cast itself over the world.

It was an absolutely enormous black wing that seemed about to envelop the world, both gloomy and majestic to the extreme.

Thunder was the clear cry of the Black Phoenix.

The black form of the Heavenly Phoenix and the Pope's figure simultaneously vanished into the highest cloud in the night sky.

All starlight was torn to shreds, all clouds thrown into turbulence, ripping away at each other.

Countless lightning bolts constantly flashed in the depths of the thick clouds.

The crowd could faintly see two figures in the clouds, traveling with unimaginable speed through flashes of lightning, yet it was impossible to get a clear view.

Then came the sound of countless rumblings of thunder.

Lightning was the will of the heavens brought down by the two Saints.

Thunder was the ripples brought about by the exchanges of these two Saints.

……

……

An earthquake suddenly ran through Luoyang.

From Peony Park to the Pavilion of Lotus Fragrance, the buildings in a twenty-odd li radius shook on the verge of collapse. Cracks appeared in the street and dust rose up while the populace jolted from their sleep, cried, screamed, and ran in all directions, clueless as to which direction to run in the darkness.

Ten-odd Daoists were sprawled in the rain; whether they were alive was unknown. Their bodies were covered in stones or shattered wood. The Monastery of Eternal Spring had already become a ruin.

The jade ruyi had not been able to break out of this Daoist array, but it had never thought about breaking through and leaving. Just a moment ago, it had broken through the curtains of rain and collided with Daoist Ji's finger.

Two masterly and incomprehensible Qis met, and two ultimate Daoist techniques at this moment released their most powerful might. The Qi of Luoyang began to twist and move like a mountain about to collapse, a sea about to dry up. Even the stars behind the rain clouds trembled in response.

The earth shook, the rain vanished, and Daoist Ji's finger incessantly shuddered. The jade ruyi also incessantly shuddered, causing tiny particles to peel off it and smash countless deep holes in the ground.

……

……

Behind Xining Village's old temple.

The monk walked across the stream and came to her.

He calmly gazed at her and then raised his right hand, jabbing at her forehead.

……

……

This battle occurred at the Mausoleum of Books, at Luoyang, at Xining tens of thousands of li away.

Three Saints simultaneously attacked the Tianhai Divine Empress.

With her body, Dao, and soul, the Tianhai Divine Empress fought them all.

Even the ministers who had the most faith in her also clearly understood that now was the most crucial moment.

Chen Changsheng was nearby, right behind her, so his view was the clearest.

He did nothing, only watched it all.

Logically speaking, it was only right that he be part of the Orthodoxy's faction, he should stand across from the Tianhai Divine Empress, since she and he were not mother and son. Yet she was the entire reason he was alive.

Anyone else would also probably not know how to choose.

Let alone the fact that he was currently very tired and simply didn't want to make a choice.

Yes, he had survived, and it seemed that he would be able to live for a very long time. However, this world that he lived in apparently had already ceased to have any relationship to him.

……

……

The darkness in front of the Mausoleum of Books had been torn apart by the sudden appearance of many figures.

Wind howled like the strongest of crossbow bolts, starlight cut down and deformed, almost as if the Heavenly Tome Monoliths were taking action.

Wuqiong Bi put down the heavily injured Bie Yanghong. Her face full of loathing, she turned to the ruins at the base of the Divine Path. After all, she was one of the Eight Storms, and she still had a formidable capacity to fight.

Mao Qiuyu, Mu Jiushi, and the other Prefects of the Orthodoxy also came to the front of the Divine Path.

With wind flapping against his white sheet of paper, the blood-drenched Xiao Zhang also arrived.

The hidden experts of the noble clans and sects were all silently waiting in the darkness.

Of the experts of the human world, at least half had appeared in front of the Mausoleum of Books. Against these forces, no matter strong Han Qing was, even with the Frost God Spear, how could he resist?

Suddenly, Han Qing found an item in the ruins and used his hands to wipe the dust off it. It was a lunchbox containing rice as well as green peppers with dried pork.

Right after, he did something no one expected.

He began to eat.

……

……