Chapter 901 – The Little Red Flower Leaves the String (1/2)
Chapter 901 – The Little Red Flower Leaves the String
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
In the snowstorm on the Bridge of Helplessness, Xu Yourong's South Sea Sword Cry and Chen Changsheng's Descent of Heavenly Music were opponents, but today they were companions.
And these two sword techniques had both originated from South Stream Temple, so they were innately intimate.
The sword cry and sword hum rose together, lingering and changing, becoming increasingly emotional and high-pitched until they peaked and then ceased to be heard.
That it could not be heard did not mean that no sound was being made. The pair's swords were just vibrating at such a high frequency that normal people could no longer hear them.
People could not hear, but the flower could.
The assault of these noiseless waves of sound caused the little red flower to suddenly halt. Then, like it was being buffeted by the wind, it began to sway.
The petals began to blur as they oscillated at high speeds while the glistening beads of water were shaken into even finer drops and sent flying in every direction.
The water drops seemed soft and pliable, but they actually contained Bie Yanghong's vigorous true Qi. Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong's awe-inspiring sword intent was quickly neutered, the might of these water drops no less than swift arrows.
The plateau resounded with shrill whistles and light pops. The hard plateau ground and rocks were quickly covered in a dense patchwork of tiny holes.
The crowd was speechless at this sight, their faces pale from shock, all of them imagining their wretched state if they had been the ones in that battle.
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The little red flower floated in the air, still delicate, but the departure of the water drops had made it seem more wilted. However, it was still far from dispersing.
And whether it was a sword cry or a sword hum, they would eventually stop.
At that moment, what would Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong rely on to resist Bie Yanghong's powerful attack?
Chen Changsheng knew that he could not allow this situation to continue. With a nudge from his spiritual sense, a stone shot out of his sleeve and towards the flower.
It was not a Heavenly Tome Monolith in the form of a stone pearl, but an object closely related to the Heavenly Tome Monoliths: a white Heavenstone.
This white Heavenstone was extremely round and smooth, its brim inlaid with an array formed of black gold, creating an object of stunning beauty. It was a treasure of the Orthodoxy: the Falling Star Stone!
With Chen Changsheng's current cultivation, he was far from being able to display the true power of the Heavenly Tome Monoliths, so he chose to use the Falling Star Stone.
In his understanding, the Falling Star Stone was ideal for dealing with the red flower.
A timeworn power from an ancient era manifested on the plateau as the Falling Star Stone appeared.
Cold wind began to pour towards the Falling Star Stone while the gravel on the ground that had just stopped rolling about began to roll once more.
Even the surrounding laws of the world began to twist, just like the red flower had done not long ago.
An almost bottomless black hole appeared in the air and began to widen.
The Falling Star Stone floated, exuding a faint light, appearing just like a star.
As expected, the little red flower ceased pressing forward. It paused on the perimeter, seemingly opposing the Falling Star Stone.
If Chen Changsheng wanted to leave, he only needed to wait a few moments and then use the spatial path torn open by the Falling Star Stone to appear several hundred li away.
But he did not intend to leave. At the same time, Bie Yanghong would not give him this chance.
A fist flew through the air.
The string on its pinkie was taut as if it was forged from metal.
The little red flower was carried forward.
The string passed through the black vortex formed by the Falling Star Stone.
With a light clap, the string snapped.
This string had been tied to Bie Yanghong's pinkie finger for many, many years. It had not even broken during the coup of the Mausoleum of Books, so it was assuredly no ordinary object.
At this moment, it finally snapped, unable to resist the fissuring of space.