Chapter 1129 – The Death of My Mount Yanzhi (1/2)
Chapter 1129 – The Death of My Mount Yanzhi1
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
The mountain shuddered, sending rocks tumbling down from its face and crashing to the ground, and stirring up dust that obscured Mountain Man Yanzhi's figure.
After some time, the dust finally settled. The mountain had clearly shrunk, but it still towered over the dark grassland. It had not toppled.
The mountain was still a mountain.
At this sight, a hint of disappointment finally appeared on Xu Yourong's face.
”The Holy Maiden's methods truly are extraordinary.”
Mountain Man Yanzhi's voice was still deep, but the careful listener might be able to notice that it was slightly trembling, concealing a hint of anger.
Xiao Zhang used his spear to help his tired body stand.
The white paper flapped in the wind, the black holes incredibly dark and serene.
”Again.”
He spoke in his raspy voice, apparently not caring about the current situation.
Chen Changsheng said nothing.
Several li away, the storm of swords prepared to return.
Xu Yourong also said nothing as she once more extracted the Fated Star Plate from her sleeve.
The starlight fell on the Fated Star Plate, flowing along the orbits of the stars and releasing rays of light, both deep and shallow.
She had calculated many times the conclusion of today's events, and all of them predicted disaster. That small and delicate arrow had also failed to reach its target, leaving her somewhat disappointed. But since the battle had not yet ended, they had to continue. If the Fated Star Plate could not give a good result, then she would use it as a weapon in battle. Might that produce a different result?
Imbued with the might of the heavens and earth, the spear rumbled toward the mountain.
Two sword glows once more met, cleaving open the world with a stance that seemed intent on setting the world ablaze.
The winds raged as dust rose into the air once more.
In this world of dust, Xu Yourong continued to stare at that black hole, her fingers moving to and fro across the Fated Star Plate.
Mountain Man Yanzhi had suffered significant injuries, and now he felt even greater danger.
Both from Xiao Zhang's spear and Xu Yourong's Fated Star Plate.
But what made him most wary of all was that Qi that could set the world ablaze, revealed by the combination of Chen Changsheng's and Xu Yourong's swords.
This made him recall that man of the Human race that had terrorized the world many years ago.
Wariness and danger, coupled with those memories he wished that he could not recall, made Mountain Man Yanzhi truly angry.
An angry howl tore through the dark clouds, sending them drifting away.
The mountain range seemed to congregate while the grassland seemed to bulge upward into furious waves.
Mountain Man Yanzhi's cultivation spanning several thousand years was fully displayed!
The flash of the spear faded while the glow of the swords dimmed.
Xiao Zhang angrily roared as he bitterly endured.
Chen Changsheng stood up, his left hand extending toward the mountain in front of him.
At this moment, Xu Yourong abruptly looked toward the Fated Star Plate.
The stars on the Fated Star Plate were circling their orbits at unfathomable speeds, creating countless complex and incomprehensible images.
She was somewhat puzzled.
Just what had happened?
More precisely, just what would happen soon that would stimulate so many changes in this battle and the entire course of history?
The dark clouds had been ripped to shreds and sent drifting into the distance, leaving the sky clear and allowing the starlight to flourish.
Suddenly, a line of fire appeared high up in the sky.
This line of fire seemed to almost instantly arrive over the grassland.
The line of fire came from the south. Logically speaking, Mountain Men Jingbo and Yichun should have been able to stop it, but for some reason, they had let it go. Perhaps it was because this line of fire could not affect the course of this battle.
A Red Cloud Qilin appeared at the end of the line of fire.
The Red Cloud Qilin flapped its wings, but no one was riding it.
The whole world knew that Xue Xingchuan, the second-ranked Divine General of the Great Zhou, had used a Red Cloud Qilin as his mount. Was this the same one?
Ten-some years ago, Xue Xingchuan was poisoned to death in the Imperial Palace by Zhou Tong. His Red Cloud Qilin had vanished deep in the palace and was never seen again.
Why had it appeared today? Just what did it signify?
The grassland was still.
This stillness lasted for only a moment.
But to Mountain Man Yanzhi, Xiao Zhang, Chen Changsheng, Xu Yourong, and the Mountain Men to the south, this was an extremely long moment of time.
It was like this stillness had persisted for several years.
The world was relative.
Position was relative.
Time was also relative.
Feeling that time was longer than the time that was actually passing could be because a new reference object to this shard of time was traveling too quickly.
A blade glow was coming.
It came from the heavens.
It was not a gorgeous blade glow, but composed and quiet.
Compared to the fierce winds and clouds of gravel and dust that had yet to dissipate, this blade glow could be described as smooth and fine.
Compared to Mountain Man Yanzhi's fury, this blade glow could be described as very warm and gentle.
But this blade glow was truly too fast.
If this blade glow slashed at flowing water, the flowing water would assuredly be severed.
If this blade glow slashed at time, which flowed like water, time would also stop for a few moments.
By the time anyone could see this blade glow, it would have already descended.
There was a soft swish.
The blade glow fell into the mountain.
There were no flying rocks, no rising dust.
The blade glow seem to submerge into the mountain.
And then, the mountain toppled.
The earth quaked.
This was the shifting of a mountain range.
Two deep roars came from the darkness in the south.
These were roars of anguish and rage.
Chen Changsheng fet like these roars were somewhat similar to Dragon language.
An even more arduous battle was probably going to take place.
He stood up, prepared to fight.
At this moment, a low howl came from the toppled mountain.
It was Mountain Man Yanzhi's voice.
This time, Chen Changsheng could hear it more clearly. He realized that this was not the standard Demon language, nor was it the ancient Demon language favored by the nobles of Xuelao City.
He turned to Xu Yourong. She softly shook her head.
Although they could not understand exactly what he was saying, they could roughly understand Mountain Man Yanzhi's current emotional state and the information he wanted to transmit.
Mountain Man Yanzhi was not angry, not unwilling, not resentful. He was very calm.
The two mountain ranges stopped. After letting out several low hums, they moved west, gradually disappearing into the darkness.
The southern region of the grassland returned to silence, leaving only the sorrow of parting.
Blood was trickling down the edge of the paper. Xiao Zhang touched it, and the wet feeling left him very annoyed.
He was even more annoyed by the person standing next to him.
”Such a good chance, so why aren't you chasing? Why are you just standing around like an idiot? Are you hoping that someone will make a statue of you?”
The person these words were aimed at was unaffected by this jeering.
He had heard far too much of this sort of words over the last few decades, and he knew how to counter it.
”If you weren't injured or could at least walk two steps, perhaps I would be able to chase after them.”
Xiao Zhang had a nasty complexion, but he could not counter this fact.
He truly was injured quite severely. He truly could no longer move.
The most important fact was that this person had saved him, whether he liked it or not.
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Dust settled and rocks rolled across the grassland.
A person walked out of the toppled mountain.
This person was dressed in white, his hair was white, and his body was also white.
This was not the white of snow, nor was it the white of paper. It was a white that was faintly suffused with a gem-like luster, the white of white jade.
This person had very elegant features and smooth skin. Neither his forehead nor hands showed any wrinkles. He did not seem alive.
If not for the demon horn on his head, he might have been mistaken for a statue of white jade sculpted by an artisan of the Mutuo clan.
This legendary and ancient expert of the Demon race had actually been this handsome.
Chen Changsheng suddenly recalled the first time he saw the Demon Lord in Mount Han.
The Demon Lord had also been a very elegant scholar.
Xiao Zhang snorted, seemingly unhappy.
It was hard to say if it was out of shame at his own inferiority or disdain.
The answer was not in the wind, but beneath the white paper.
This person was Mountain Man Yanzhi.
The mountain was his demon body.