Chapter 903 – The Flowers Weight upon the World (2/2)

The Li Palace broken.

Holy Maiden Peak still.

The Orthodoxy waning.

White Emperor City already in hand.

Coercing Xuelao City to control the Imperial Court.

Dividing the world into three.

Then dividing the world into two.

And finally ruling the world alone!

This painting of breathtaking beauty had already floated in the imagination of him and his clansmen for many years, sketched out in secret.

Today, it was finally welcoming a most glorious beginning.

The blue-clothed visitor's eyes remained dark and cold, but in their depths, that flame called ambition was already beginning to blaze.

As long as his palm landed, no matter what treasures Chen Changsheng still had, even the divine artifacts of the Orthodoxy, they would all be crushed into powder.

For this, he was even prepared to lose several fingers.

And yet.

In the next moment.

A dark red smear suddenly appeared on his painting of immaculate beauty!

All the designs, like the powerful army, the strolling on the Divine Path, the peering into the abyss, were all smeared by that red tint, their images ambiguous and impossible to clearly make out!

The red grew more and more vivid, as if turning into blood.

The flames in the depths of the visitor's eyes were suddenly extinguished.

Because his palm did not fall.

Chen Changsheng did not die.

His palm had been blocked by a little red flower.

All the red that he saw came from this flower.

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A massive thud resounded in the ears of everyone on the plateau.

It was like something striking wet cotton, or wet mud, or a moist red1.

A little red flower had appeared behind Chen Changsheng's back.

And then, it began to bloom, blossoming with countless petals, swaying and rising, bearing the descent of the massive palm of blue light.

The shadows were instantly disordered, killing intent suddenly rising. The blue-clothed visitor's pupils suddenly constricted.

He naturally recognized that red flower.

All cultivators recognized that red flower.

This little red flower had been tied to Bie Yanghong's pinkie finger for many years.

It was only today that the string had finally destroyed itself together with the black vortex created by the Falling Star Stone, leaving the red flower free to travel as it wished.

But where the red flower went and what it did naturally complied with its master's intentions.

Its suddenly appearance behind Chen Changsheng's back, blocking the blue-clothed visitor's lethal blow, was naturally Bie Yanghong's intention.

Why had Bie Yanghong suddenly rescued Chen Changsheng?

After all, Chen Changsheng was the foe who had murdered his son. Even if Chen Changsheng's willingness to leave with him had engendered some doubt, was it to this extent?

The visitor could not understand, nor did he continue thinking.

Because thinking required time.

As an expert of the Divine Domain, he needed only a thought to almost instantly calculate the cause and effects of many things.

But the blue-clothed visitor did not have even this amount of time to waste.

Three seconds was truly a short period of time, passing by in a flash.

The blue-clothed visitor immediately flew off the cliff, not even giving another glance at the battle.

Whether the White Tiger Divine General could kill Chen Changsheng or whether the Prince of Xiang was prepared to act were things that he no longer cared about.

He left like a thunderstorm, the drifting of his sleeves shattering trees as he instantly traveled several hundred zhang.

But the little red flower seemed to have a mind of its own. After shattering that blue palm, it suddenly vanished. It abruptly appeared in the air outside the plateau, scattering its petals, raining down to encompass an area several li in radius, sealing off the blue-clothed visitor's escape routes.

Each garish red petal contained a terrifying energy, every one of them as heavy as a mountain.

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1.'Moist red' as well as the chapter title 'The Flower's Weight Upon the World' are both references to the poem '春夜喜雨' by Du Fu, which describes the beauty of flowers in the morning after a night of spring rain. The original line can be translated as 'Dawn shows the moist red, the flowers weighing heavy all across the city'.