Chapter 417 The Sword of Flying Celestial (1/2)

The rain on Mount Zhong only lasted half a day. The sunset dyed the mountains, water and sky into a light pink.

The blood was originally dark red, but as the rain diluted it, it faded to a light pink.

There were many cultivators in the world, but there were not many who could cross the river to cultivate in Mount Zhong. They could be considered the top among the non-formal cultivators in the world. Chen Beidou however, killed them all with just rain.

Cultivators paid great respect to heaven and earth, but not demons or gods. Ultimately Chen Beidou was still the Mountain God. He represented the will of the mountain and river here. The cultivating living beings took in the Qi of vitality of heaven and earth daily. They owed a great deal to not only heaven and earth but to the Mountain God. In some sense, Chen Beidou was just eliminating the thieves in his backyard.

Deities existed alongside Dao. They governed the laws of heaven and earth and took care of every being. The laws laid down since ancient times were long forgotten with the rise of the Daoist and Buddhist sects. Even if the previous generation of Lord Emperor formed the Heavenly Courtyard, deities did not manage to recover their influence such as when the heaven and earth were just formed. Nowadays, even powerful celestials or Buddha could command the deities around like slaves, and they called the path of Shen to be an outsider path.

Chen Beidou gave these cultivators a hit in the head.

As long as one had sufficient power, one could deconstruct all the rules, and reconstruct them. One could even recover the forgotten justice.

There were up to a hundred top instruments, and one to two unknown magic talismans trapped in the soil of Mount Zhong. The treasure light had faded. There were even more instruments that could not stand the rain as their spiritual light diminished and entered into Chen Beidou's body as an unknown breath.

Where he stood was not just similar to the summit of heaven and earth, it was also similar to the center of the universe, where he mastered the revolvement of the stars.

Not only the living beings of Mount Zhong could feel the grand stateliness, it also affected the whole of Yuan Continent, even till late night. The stars in the sky were bright, and the power of the stars fell onto the world. Some of the beasts who were spiritually active benefited greatly from this as they began to possess spiritual intelligence.

Zizai Temple's Daoist Liuqing looked northward and said nothing. Acala Huike stroke his broken sleeves softly. The humming of the sword exploded.

Temple of Contentment's Wang Shidao held a scroll, but he could not take in any word of it. Every stroke of writing contained overflowing sword aura, and it had disturbed the peace of the temple.

Taishang Daoist sect's young but respected Daoist looked quietly at Ziwei Palace. The green bull was burping as it lied on his legs.

The Qi of Chen Beidou increased endlessly as the days went by. In the morning there was the real fire of the sun, and at night there was the light of the stars - they all gathered towards the cliff where he was at. They colored the cliff a jade green.

It was a night of a full moon. Since Chen Beidou began his sacrificial ceremony, Shen Lian never stepped out of the abode of immortals he created. It created a barrier between itself and the outside world. Even if the outside world had been turned upside down, the inside of the abode of immortals would remain calm and unaffected.

The last ray of the evening pierced through the thin mist and into the abode of immortals. It shone on Shen Lian's delicate and elegant face. Every hair on his eyebrow could be seen clearly underneath the sunlight. His deep eyes reflected the sunset.

Perhaps he would not live to see the break of dawn the next day, but it was good enough to be able to see the twilight and the full moon.

Many years ago he told old master Shen about how life was all about following the heart and that was the reason he pursued immortality. For now, even if he took the sum of his two lives, he did not live longer than the old master Shen. If he died, perhaps it was the biggest irony to what he was chasing for. However, even if he could go back in time, he would not change anything.