Chapter 1036 – What Buddha Comes Now to Watch the Master Sleep (1/2)

Chapter 1036 – What Buddha Comes Now to Watch the Master Sleep1

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

Chen Changsheng knew what his teacher intended to do, so he naturally did not stop him.

Even if he wanted to stop him, he did not have the ability.

Shang Xingzhou grasped the sword.

This sword had a rather simple and unadorned style, perhaps described as old-fashioned. In the storm of swords, it was very unremarkable.

When Chen Changsheng was bringing out the ten thousand swords from the Garden of Zhou's Sword Pool, he also had not noticed this sword.

Later on, when the Orthodoxy had decided to send the swords back to their old sects, the Li Palace had dispatched extremely qualified and experienced priests to manage the registration for these swords. Still, no one could figure out this sword's background, but since this sword was too unremarkable, nobody cared very much.

Since they could not figure out its background, they naturally did not know where to return it, so this sword had remained at Chen Changsheng's side. In the following battles, this sword had been just like its companions, acting according to his will, becoming a part of the sword array, a drop in the rain of swords.

It remained unremarkable.

Until today, when Shang Xingzhou grasped this sword.

The gloomy confines of this shady world beneath the leaves of the Celestial Tree suddenly brightened as if another sun had appeared.

This sword was the source of the dazzling light.

This sword was a meditation sword of the Buddhist faith.

This sword was called Buddha Vairocana2.

The Buddhist faith had gone extinct many ages ago, with neither the Daoist Canon nor secular texts containing any record of it.

Who could still recognize this sword?

In the present-day continent, only three people knew of this sword's background.

Two of them were still probably in a stalemate in the snowy plains to the north of Tianliang County.

Only Shang Xingzhou was present.

With a glance, he had seen this sword in the storm and plucked it out.

Buddhism cultivated the heart, and the meditation sword steadied the heart.

Buddha Vairocana meant to follow one's heart. It was a true sword of the heart.

Xining's temple cultivated precisely the heart.

One could imagine just how terrifying this sword would be in Shang Xingzhou's hands.

The Angel sensed danger. It let out a low thunderous roar, wanting to push away the White Emperor's soul so that it could use all its power to fight.

A blue blur tore through the sky.

It was Shang Xingzhou's Daoist robe.

The White Emperor's soul gradually dispersed.

A golden stream of blood gushed out of the Angel's stomach.

It had been unable to avoid Shang Xingzhou's sword and its body had been run through.

This sword arose from the void and struck with absolute resolve.

Who could avoid it?

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The mountains were deathly still.

The Angel lowered its head to the hole in its stomach, a pained expression on its face.

The golden blood continuously dripping down produced many phenomena.

Grass began to sprout from the ground soaked with blood, along with holy flowers of white.

Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong were not too elated. On the contrary, their bodies felt rather cold.

They had seen that sword.

That sword was far too frightening.

Or perhaps Shang Xingzhou was the frightening one.

His sword had traveled completely according to his heart. His will was as unfathomable as the heavens.

Who could avoid this sword?

Even if Chen Changsheng harmonized swords with Xu Yourong, all they would be able to do against such an attack would be accepting death.

The chill they felt did not merely arise because of this conclusion, but because Shang Xingzhou was currently gazing at Chen Changsheng.

Yes, Shang Xingzhou was now ignoring that Angel, not even giving it a glance.

Wielding the Buddha Vairocana Sword, he quietly gazed at Chen Changsheng.

No one knew what he was thinking or what he intended to do.

But one could be sure that, in Shang Xingzhou's view, this heavily wounded Angel was no longer a threat.

So if one looked across the Red River, who presented the most dangerous threat?

The events over the last few years were proof of the conclusion.

Countless waves appeared on the vast surface of the Red River.

The White Emperor did not come over, but he drew back his gaze from the western sky and gave the opposite shore a profound gaze.