Chapter 763 – The Mysterious Strum of the Zither (2/2)

This object was the source of the change, or else Zhizhi would have been able to last for a little longer, enough for him to kill off all the demon experts in the snowy valley.

This broken monolith was probably not a weapon that Hai Di frequently used. At the very least, he had not seen it last year on the snowy plains.

”No matter how many tricks you have, you will definitely die at my hands tonight.”

Hai Di stood on the bridge and indifferently said, ”With this divine object in my hands, who can resist?”

Was he speaking of this broken monolith?

Earlier, this broken monolith had struck a crack in the Green Leaf in Zhizhi's hands. Although it was a very thin crack, it still gave her and Chen Changsheng an unprecedented shock.

After all, this was the Green Leaf World.

A real and true weapon that could resist, and even slightly harm this world? What could it be other than a divine object?

Chen Changsheng naturally recalled a sight from that night in the Mausoleum of Books.

His martial uncle the Pope's green leaf floated through the darkness and arrived before the Tianhai Divine Empress.

The Tianhai Divine Empress stretched out her hand, took an object from the Mausoleum of Books, and savagely and absurdly struck out with it.

Although the power levels involved in that battle and in this battle tonight were vastly different, the battles were truly rather similar.

The more he associated these two battles, the more Chen Changsheng found the broken monolith in Hai Di's hand to be familiar, even feeling an intimate connection to it.

Could this really be the Heavenly Tome Monolith that had been lost?

This seemed to be the only conclusion, but Chen Changsheng still could not understand it.

If Hai Di really was holding that vanished Heavenly Tome Monolith, then with his monstrous cultivation, as long as he struck with full force, Chen Changsheng and Zhizhi would be powerless to resist. There wouldn't even have been a chance for him to grip this sheath and prepare to use all of his final techniques.

Why had Hai Di not done this? And why was he still standing and speaking on the bridge? Was he afraid of the Li Palace's treasure, or was he waiting for some sort of change?

Something really did change.

The threads of ice drifting about the ruins of the courtyard suddenly vanished.

This was because the extremely clear strum of a zither had occupied every part of the world.

To the Demon race, an opportunity to kill the Pope of the Human race was not an opportunity that could be missed. Even if they had to pay countless lives, they would still do it.

At this moment, Hai Di was only ten-some zhang away from this historic incident certain to shock the world. He could accomplish it in the space of a single breath.

Logically speaking, even if the White Emperor or Shang Xingzhou were personally present, they would be unable to stop him, even though Hai Di would die in the aftermath.

Yet with this clear strum of the zither, Hai Di stopped.

The sound of this zither was extremely clean and cold, carrying a chill that bored into the bones, perhaps representing the mood of the zither player.

As the sound of the zither descended, the bridge was covered in a thin layer of frost. Crossing its slippery surface would presumably be rather difficult.

Hai Di's body was also covered in a layer of frost, as if he had been transformed into an ice sculpture.

He slowly turned around, seeming to move with abnormal difficulty.

He looked towards where the strum of the zither had originated, his green eyes surging with all sorts of emotions.

They were confusion, shock, and fear.