Ze Tian Ji

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.

Chen Changsheng ignored Black Robe. He calmly and attentively watched the pillar of light, his gaze penetrating through those swords and falling on that mirror of light that was the spatial crystal wall.

As the light grew brighter and brighter, he squinted and raised his left hand.

Five stone pearls hung around his wrist, each one of them a Heavenly Tome Monolith.

Xu Yourong thought that he was using the Heavenly Tome Monoliths against his enemy and was prepared to give him her five Heavenly Tome Monoliths, but she realized that it was not his intent.

Five Heavenly Tome Monoliths appeared in the Demon Hall. They did not form an array, and they did not cut off Chen Changsheng from the outside world. They seemed to have been casually placed.

To be more precise, four of the Heavenly Tome Monoliths had been casually placed, but the position of the final Heavenly Tome Monolith had clearly been chosen. It was next to his right hand.

Wang Zhice was very familiar with this Heavenly Tome Monolith, because this was the one he had placed in the Lingyan Pavilion.

He did not know what Chen Changsheng was going to do.

Nobody knew, not even Xu Yourong.

Zhizhi sensed the summons in her sea of consciousness. She walked up to Chen Changsheng’s side, perplexity on her face as she wondered what was going on.

After he did these things, Chen Changsheng’s right hand gripped the hilt of his sword.

No one knew what Chen Changsheng intended to do, nor could they sense anything. Even more shocking was that the Archangel on the other side of that transparent mirror of light, still millions of li from the Central Continent, seemed to sense an intense danger. Wariness appeared on that blank and indifferent face as it began to retreat.

"Are you ready?"

No one understood who Chen Changsheng was asking this question to.

Luoluo’s somewhat doubtful voice suddenly rose from the Heavenly Tome Monolith by his right hand. "Teacher, is that you? Is there something wrong?"

Chen Changsheng replied, "It’s nothing. It’s fine as long as you’re here."

He unsheathed the Stainless Sword and slashed at the night sky.

An awe-inspiring sword intent rose.

The morale of the three thousand swords was roused and they roared back to life. They surged to the end of the pillar of light, an unending stream of swords that then became one single, massive sword.

This sword was truly massive. It stretched from the Demon Palace on the ground to the vault of the night sky, linking the heavens and the earth!

Chen Changsheng wanted to use this giant sword to hack down the pillar of light!

That sense of indifferent observation from high above once more appeared in everyone’s minds.

Everyone guessed that this was probably that God once more opening its eyes, even though it might not even have eyes.

It seemed like this sword of Chen Changsheng’s threatened the descent of the Angel army.

An indescribable pressure descended from that distant world, passing through the crystal wall and landing on that massive sword.

The sky resounded with the grating and bending of metal.

Chen Changsheng’s face paled, but his eyes grew even calmer.

Zhizhi blankly stared at him, not knowing what she should do.

Luoluo’s anxious voice came out of the Heavenly Tome Monolith. "Teacher! Teacher! Are you okay? Say something!"

The grating and bending sounds gradually faded.

The massive sword continued to resist the descending pillar of light!

Chen Changsheng had held fast!

What a powerful sword!

This was basically on the same level as Su Li’s slash on the snowy plains that had cleaved a path through the demon army!

No matter how much of a grandmaster Chen Changsheng was in the sword, he was still young, and he had just broken into the Divine, so how could he possibly exhibit such a powerful attack?

No one could understand.

Wang Zhice suddenly recalled an extremely ancient scripture and fell into deep thought.

He turned to the confused Zhizhi standing outside the pillar of light and silently thought, This is the Azure Dragon.

And then he turned to the black monolith and thought, This is the White Tiger.

Finally, he turned to Xu Yourong and thought, This is the Phoenix.

In terms of position, she and Chen Changsheng were some distance from each other. She did not seem to occupy any special place.

The Azure Dragon to the left, the White Tiger to the right, and the Phoenix... in the heart.

Wang Zhice’s eyes glimmered as he sighed, "Impressive."

A sword that even he felt sincere admiration for was naturally a most impressive sword.

But this sword could still only reach a stalemate with that pillar of light from the Sacred Light Continent.

Two unimaginably powerful Qis, separated by millions of li, were battling in space.

"You cannot succeed! That’s immaterial light! How can you sever it!"

Black Robe stared at Chen Changsheng’s face and shrieked, "Not unless your true body is millions of li away and able to cut off the source of that pillar of light!"

At times, a sentence that turned out to be prophecy only happened because the process of calculation and conjecture was concealed.

Black Robe was a master of calculation and conjecture.

When she said those words, it was highly likely that she was subconsciously most afraid that such a thing would actually happen, though not even she had noticed this.

Thus, it really did happen.

A sword glow flashed across the night sky.