Chapter 1077 – After That (1/2)
Chapter 1077 – After That
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
When the plain and clean sword glow rose from the forest in the southwest region of the Mausoleum of Books, Shang Xingzhou's right hand that had been hanging at his side moved.
He was prepared to grip his sword.
Wang Po's reaction was faster and more straightforward.
He gripped the hilt of his blade.
Shang Xingzhou was now in the same situation as Wang Po. If he moved, he would have to face those sword glows and Wang Po at the same time.
Just a moment ago, it was he that made it so that Wang Po could not move. The situation had now been reversed.
The sword glows continued to increase in number, densely filling the sky as they rose from various parts of the Mausoleum of Books.
The sword glows flying through the sky were dulled by the light of the sun, but their sword intents became more distinct. They formed flickering lines that wove together into a tight net.
The entirety of the rain of Sacred Light arrows crashed into the net of swords.
In a dense and ear-grating clattering, grinding, and hacking, the arrows began to splinter and break.
There were far more arrows than sword glows in the Mausoleum of Books.
But the sword glows also carried Sacred Light, and it was purer and thicker than the Sacred Light attached to the arrows.
As the arrows broke, milky white rays of light began to shine, illuminating the south face of the Mausoleum of Books with startling clarity.
The several hundred sword glows gradually faded, returning to the ground.
The arrows in the sky had all been sliced to pieces that were now drifting down like catkins, blown willy-nilly by the wind.
White dresses were also fluttering in the wind.
Several hundred disciples of South Stream Temple began to emerge from the forest, from the sides of the stone paths, by the shallow canals.
It was like several hundred white flowers had suddenly bloomed on the mountainside of the Mausoleum of Books.
The disciples of South Stream Temple had been in the Mausoleum of Books this entire time.
They had used some unknown method to bypass the surveillance of the Imperial Court, and even the priests of the Li Palace.
Of course, not even this green mountain could hide their sword intents from Shang Xingzhou's eyes.
But Wang Po had used the Dao of his blade to successfully obstruct Shang Xingzhou's gaze.
At this beautiful, even magnificent sight, Shang Xingzhou thought of a phrase, causing him to glance at Wang Po.
After several hundred years, the Human race welcomed another generation of blooming wildflowers.
Wang Po's appearance had heralded the start of this generation.
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In the southern region of the Mausoleum of Books, white dresses swayed.
The sword array had been formed, Shang Xingzhou held within.
All the disciples of South Stream Temple had appeared here.
This was without question the strongest form of the South Stream Temple sword array in the last one thousand years.
Not even the sword array that Zhou Dufu had encountered when he was forcing his way into Holy Maiden Peak exceeded it.
Shang Xingzhou was on the Divine Path, not deep within the sword array. Moreover, an array had to have a gate of life.
Logically speaking, he should have been escaping at his fastest speed right now, but he did not.
Because he knew that since the architect of this plan had put all their mind into it, they would definitely not have left a gap.
Xu Yourong appeared on the Divine Path, standing at a higher place than Shang Xingzhou.
She was dressed in white robes. Her expression was calm and her face beautiful.
If Shang Xingzhou wanted to break out of the South Stream Temple sword array, this was the only path.
Just a moment ago, it was Wang Po that was prepared to intrude upon the Divine Path and Shang Xingzhou that wanted to stop him.
Now, it was Shang Xingzhou who had to intrude upon the Divine Path.
Attacker and defender had instantly been reversed.
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