Chapter 1105 – A Strength Above Laws (1/2)
Chapter 1105 – A Strength Above Laws
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
The Mausoleum of Zhou spanned the space between the heavens and earth, and it also spanned the distance between Shang Xingzhou and Chen Changsheng.
They were separated by several hundred zhang, each a black dot in the eyes of the other.
But they could clearly make out each other's faces and the emotions in their eyes.
They didn't even need to look to know what the other was thinking.
No matter how much they had treated each other like strangers in the last few years, they were still a master and disciple that had lived together in that old temple for ten-some years.
After some time, Shang Xingzhou finally said, ”He is already dead.”
Chen Changsheng replied, ”I don't know how your story from back then ended, but I know that his body is not inside this mausoleum.”
Shang Xingzhou said, ”Given that reckless brute's personality, if he were still alive, how could he stand to remain silent and not make trouble?”
Chen Changsheng was quiet for a while, and then he said, ”Yes, he's probably dead, or else Emperor Taizong would not have been at ease.”
”Was this your final move? Using him to scare me?”
Shang Xingzhou derided, ”Truly childish.”
Chen Changsheng admitted, ”Yes, I just wanted to scare you.”
Shang Xingzhou asked, ”Was it interesting?”
Chen Changsheng replied, ”Master's look just now truly was very interesting.”
After this, he gave a delighted smile.
To him, this was a very rare emotion.
From this, one could determine that he was speaking the truth.
The truth was always the most hurtful.
From Xining Village to the capital, whether it was that nanny, maid, and madam in the Divine General of the East's estate, or the students of the Ivy Academies, including Tang Thirty-Six, they had all been hurt by the truth of Chen Changsheng's words. Even though Shang Xingzhou was his master, he still found it rather hard to endure.
Shang Xingzhou's gaze turned even colder.
He looked at Chen Changsheng, standing at the end of the mausoleum path, and took a step forward.
In the Garden of Zhou, he could not use the strength of laws that belonged to the Divine Domain, so he naturally could not disregard space.
He could not directly appear in front of Chen Changsheng.
In truth, the distance of his one step was precisely one step's worth.
Wind stirred beneath his feet.
His blue Daoist robes were blown straight.
Several hundred flickering streams of light traveled along the path and toward the main gate of the Mausoleum of Zhou.
The gale exploded, causing dust to rise from the surrounding wasteland, gradually obscuring the sky and dimming the world.
Hacking sounds, dense yet distinct, could be heard from within the gloomy world.
The surface of the mausoleum path and the massive stones lining it were covered in countless straight and deep scars.
These massive stones visibly began to blacken, then soften, and then be blown away by the wind as the finest gravel.
Those streams of light seemed ordinary, but they were in harmony with the laws of the world, the physical manifestations of Daoist techniques. They were imbued with unimaginable power.
Shang Xingzhou had struck with all his might, tens of thousands of Daos contained within. How could Chen Changsheng oppose them?
On the other side of the plains, the Monster Bull and the Mountain-toppling Fiend slowly stood up, turning into two small mountains.
Strangely, these two terrifying giants did not go to Chen Changsheng's aid. Instead, they retreated into the dust storm enveloping the world.
The barrier that was the Mausoleum of Zhou meant that Shang Xingzhou could not see this, nor could he see what was revealed after the Monster Bull and Mountain-toppling Fiend left.
The two giant beasts had been lying to the north of the Mausoleum of Zhou precisely in order to obstruct the ground here.
Here were four objects that seemed like sacrificial altars. They were already in a terrible state, but one could still tell that they had once served as plinths for monoliths.
Suddenly, the fierce gales ravaging the wasteland and the even farther grasslands suddenly vanished, as did the dust that they had stirred.
The warm sun once more appeared at the edge of the plains, quietly suspended in the sky.