Chapter 1035 – Plucking a Sword (2/2)
The Angel gazed across the shore, endless shock suddenly appearing in those once-emotionless eyes.
It had clearly sensed the death of its companion, and then the presence of those extremely formidable Qis.
Two wings of white stirred a fierce gale as it immediately prepared to leave.
Just when it was prepared to fly to the northern skies, a tear suddenly appeared in front of it.
This tear expanded with indescribable speed, needing mere seconds to extend ten-some li.
In that tear was not the bottomless abyss, nor was it another world of chaos and turmoil. It was a city.
It was probably that city on the other side of the river.
This city was called White Emperor City.
Outside the city was a river.
The river had a river bank.
A man stood on this river bank.
The White Emperor.
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The fissure in the sky did not disappear. A sharp corner of metal protruded from the bottom of the fissure, its surface carved with some sort of complicated inscription.
It had been this piece of metal that had torn open space and mystically connected this space to White Emperor City.
Neither the Angel nor Chen Changsheng knew how this was the case, but Xu Yourong did. In this inn, she had seen this bronze mirror many times and was very familiar with the carvings on it.
Another person also knew of it.
”The Clear Sky Mirror!”
High in the clouds, Madam Mu became somewhat pale, her face even whiter than the surrounding clouds.
A moment ago, when she saw Shang Xingzhou silently appear behind the now-dead Angel, she knew that she had lost.
No matter how meticulously she and Black Robe had planned, they had still ultimately failed.
But in that moment, she still did not understand how Shang Xingzhou had disregarded eighty thousand li of space, instantly traveling from the capital to White Emperor City.
Only when she saw that shard of a bronze mirror tear open the sky did she know the answer.
Probably seventy percent of the Orthodoxy's power rested in Chen Changsheng's hands, as he was the Pope.
But the foundational resources of the Orthodoxy were still with Shang Xingzhou.
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The White Emperor did not walk through that spatial tear.
The Clear Sky Mirror was already destroyed, so the fissure its shard could tear in the sky was not very stable, and it was simply impossible for it to endure his powerful Qi.
And even now, the majority of his focus was still high in the clouds, on Madam Mu.
No one understood his wife more than him, so he was exceptionally cautious.
But he still moved.
Just like before, he moved his soul.
The image of the white tiger in the sky tore the sea of clouds to shreds.
His soul entered the Red River, entered that fissure. When it exited, it was in the mountain on the other side.
A divine chant flowed out from the Angel's lips.
A Qi of absolute dignity and a stern will to fight emerged in its eyes.
It was still powerful. If the White Emperor and Shang Xingzhou only used their souls to attack, it could still leave.
The spear formed of light pierced through the leaves and clouds, thrusting toward the White Emperor's soul.
The crackling of invisible flames could be heard as the space between the spear of light and the White Emperor's soul was set ablaze.
In the blinding light, the White Emperor's soul gradually turned faint.
The Angel remained wary and vigilant, because the White Emperor's expression was also very faint.
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When the Clear Sky Mirror tore open the sky, revealing the river bank in the fissure, the White Emperor had been standing alone on the river bank.
And right now, it was still just the White Emperor standing there.
He calmly gazed across the shore, gazing to the western part of the sea of clouds, not moving a single inch.
Shang Xingzhou was no longer by his side.
Blue clothes drifted over the surging great river, riding along the winds.
Shang Xingzhou had personally come.
In an instant, he had surmounted several dozen li of river and mountains, leaving a blur of blue in the sky.
The Celestial Tree swayed as a storm of swords raged within.
Shang Xingzhou acted as if none of it existed, and did not speak to Chen Changsheng as he thrust his right hand into the storm of swords.
Like he was picking flowers or plucking a leaf, he took a sword out of the storm.