Chapter 1104 – Wesve All Killed Before (1/2)

Chapter 1104 – We've All Killed Before

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

Yuren did not take the string of stone pearls, even though he knew they were Heavenly Tome Monoliths.

Xu Yourong had undoubtedly placed her hopes on him because Chen Changsheng would often mention him.

But he had no way to enter the Garden of Zhou.

And he knew that Chen Changsheng would not want him to appear.

If Chen Changsheng really did encounter some unresolvable danger, he would naturally come out of the Garden of Zhou.

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The White Grass Path was straight and long, and one would experience the transformations of the four seasons over a short period as one walked it.

It didn't take long for Chen Changsheng to experience spring, summer, autumn, and then winter, running headlong into a fierce snowstorm.

He continued to charge toward the other side of the snowstorm, his complexion even paler than the snow.

The temple in the depths of the snowstorm had already become a little black and blazing dot.

On the White Grass Path, there was a temple at ten li, one at one hundred, and one at one thousand.

Chen Changsheng and Shang Xingzhou met three times, each time at one of these three temples.

Whether or not he hid in the temple, he would eventually be found out.

Perhaps it was because the place this master and disciple had interacted the longest in was Xining Village's old temple.

These three short but dangerous encounters worsened Chen Changsheng's injuries.

A few of the monsters, endowed with more ambition than intelligence, could not help but appear to assist Chen Changsheng, only to be chopped to pieces by Shang Xingzhou's sword.

The sea of grass in those parts was painted red by monster blood, a gory sight.

No matter how dangerous the situation became, Chen Changsheng still had no intention of leaving the Garden of Zhou.

To leave on his own and imprison Shang Xingzhou in the Garden of Zhou was not an option, because that would not be a fight.

Moreover, the moment he opened that spatial path, Shang Xingzhou was highly likely to use that chance to catch him.

For this reason, he did not even try to use the laws of the Garden of Zhou to engage in spatial transfer.

More importantly, all the preparations he had made to defeat Shang Xingzhou completely lay in the Garden of Zhou.

In those days of quiet contemplation in the Li Palace, he had prepared a great deal.

But those methods had all been established on his ability to use his swords.

The moment he entered the Garden of Zhou, all his swords were taken away, so what could he do?

When would he stop his escape?

Just where did he want to go?

The snow falling over the sea of grass suddenly became rather dark.

This was because the light in the sky had changed.

A massive shadow had eclipsed the path and grasslands before him.

Like a wisp of smoke, Chen Changsheng flew through the snowstorm and into the depths of that shadow.

The Mausoleum of Zhou was there.

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The bottom of his shoes left minor depressions on the stone, with tiny cracks webbing off from their edges.

The howling winds moved his sleeves, which were so straight that they seemed like flashing blades.

Chen Changsheng flew forward, quickly reaching the middle of the Mausoleum of Zhou, the familiar end of the mausoleum path.

A green tree called the Tong Palace had once grown here.

He and Xu Yourong had confronted the Golden-winged Great Peng summoned by Nanke here, as well as the terrifying monster tide.