Chapter 1178 – One Sword Rises from the Earth (1/2)
Chapter 1178 – One Sword Rises from the Earth
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
When time stopped, everything in the world would come to a stop.
Even the several hundred Angels on the other side of the crystal wall slowly descending down the pillar of light came to a halt.
As the light filtered through their wings, it transformed into countless thin and gorgeous threads.
Chen Changsheng could be said to be the person who had pondered death the most. Before that night in the Mausoleum of Books, he had spent every moment of his life in the shadow of death. Although he had later on gained his freedom, when it was necessary, he could quickly return to that state and easily make the necessary decision.
When the three thousand swords were flying back from the night sky and on the verge of piercing his body, he really did think he was dead.
Mentally, he was dead, but physically, he was still alive.
A very thin line separated life and death. One existed in a very mysterious state on that line. One could regard it as a state of both life and death, or as a state that consisted of neither.
It was actually not difficult to enter this mysterious state. Perhaps every living being would enter this state at least once at the end of their life.
The problem was that once living beings entered this state, they could no longer return to the state of living. They could only proceed forward, into the infinite abyss or that realm above the sea of stars.
Only in the most extreme of situations could there be exceptions. Tonight was such a case.
Those swords were all Chen Changsheng's swords, of one mind with him. One could even say that they lived and died together with him.
So when Chen Changsheng entered this state, those swords naturally came to a stop.
Thus, he and the storm of swords entered a relatively stable and incredibly sensitive state. Even time temporarily came to a stop.
In the next moment, no one knew if he would be dead or alive.
The halted world became a painting, or a curtain.
Suddenly, Chen Changsheng opened his eyes.
His eyes were as clean and bright as a mirror. They could reflect all the details of the world in astonishing abundance.
In the abyss on the other side of the demon flames, on those pitch-black cliffs, a luxuriantly green blade of grass suddenly sprouted.
Time began to move, and the world began to come to life. Countless exclamations of surprise quickly fell into absolute silence.
The crowd had sensed that something had happened with Chen Changsheng.
The Tang Old Master and Wang Zhice had an even more direct and precise understanding of what this was, because they had undergone similar experiences.
Black Robe's face twisted.
They had seen the strength of laws on Chen Changsheng's body.
Chen Changsheng had not completely understood these laws, and he certainly had not surpassed them.
But these were the laws of life and death, under the scope of time. Comprehending only one percent of them was enough.
Enough to do what?
Chen Changsheng looked up at the night sky.
The three thousand swords moved according to his gaze, howling through the sky and into the pillar of light.
This pillar of light was only a few feet wide. Once the three thousand swords had entered, the pillar of light seemed a little packed, like thousands of carp were swimming through a narrow river.
The swords incessantly trembled against the torrent of the light, but they did not stop. They bravely swam against the flow, seemingly ready to transform into a dragon.
The clash of sword and light created countless flecks of light that rained down from the sky like lava, making Xuelao City incomparably bright.
At this sight, the crowd's speculations were confirmed, and they were so stunned that they couldn't speak.
An envious expression appeared on the Demon Lord's face.
Seated on the wheelchair, Tang Thirty-Six excitedly slapped his thigh as he cheered on, ”Awesome! Awesome!”
It truly was awesome.
In the space between the closing and opening of his eyes, Chen Changsheng had crossed over that threshold and walked into that landscape.
That landscape was the Domain of the Divine.
Had there ever been such a young Divine Domain expert?
How old had Chen Xuanba been when he broke into the Divine?
No one knew the exact answer, but no one was concerned about this question.
The first task Chen Changsheng had set out on upon entering the Divine Domain was cleaving apart that pillar of light from the Sacred Light Continent. Would he be able to do it?
”You think that this is enough? Too naive! If that were possible, do you think Wang Zhice would still be standing there?”
Black Robe stared at Chen Changsheng and shouted.
Her voice had become extremely shrill and was no longer so pleasant to the ear. Perhaps this was indicative of her current mood.
But her words seemed to be correct.
That pillar of light was truly too strong. The three thousand swords were bravely pressing forward, their vibrations more and more intense. They seemed like dried-up leaves about to fall from a tree branch.
No one could help him—not the Tang Old Master, Wang Zhice, Wang Po, or Xiao Zhang.
The other end of this pillar of light was in his body. Breaking this pillar of light was tantamount to breaking his connection to the Sacred Light Continent.
From a certain perspective, this was a battle with himself.
Thus, this was naturally a battle that only he could fight.