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Edited by: Michyrr

Bie Yanghong was heavily injured, his actions very slow. Chen Changsheng could easily avoid the finger, but he did not, because he trusted Bie Yanghong.

It was hard to see what Wuqiong Bi was thinking as she bore witness to this sight, but it was easy to see her shock. She wanted to stop her husband, but she remembered Bie Yanghong’s earlier words and did not dare to act.

A warm, gentle, and pure Qi, like a fine wine, traveled through the tip of Bie Yanghong’s finger into the center of Chen Changsheng’s brow.

The sea of consciousness was beneath the center of the brow, or else the distance between Nanke’s eyes would not have been getting larger and larger.

Countless rays of light illuminated Chen Changsheng’s gloomy sea of consciousness and then transformed into countless images.

These were the scenes of Bie Yanghong’s battle on the cliff and in the sky with the two Angels of Sacred Light.

These scenes were so vivid that they appeared to be taking place right before his eyes.

The scenes from the first-person perspective in particular allowed him to experience and perceive everything that had happened from Bie Yanghong’s standpoint.

He saw Mu Jiushi fleeing in fear and the serene grace of Madam Mu.

A tree was growing on the edge of the cliff. The wind stirred its shadow, making it into the corner of a black robe.

There was a cloud in the sky, and where the cloud broke, light descended onto the world, within it two powerful beings from the other continent.

They had wings of pure white and no gender. They exuded holy rays of light and a powerful Qi that made them impossible to examine too closely, and they appeared extremely aloof and arrogant.

But in reality, they had no positive or negative human emotions. On their faces was an apathy that surpassed the realm of mortals.

From a certain perspective, they were perfect.

They were Angels of the Sacred Light Continent?

Chen Changsheng also heard their voices.

They were presumably using the language of the Sacred Light Continent, its tones strange and complicated.

Because these scenes were created from Bie Yanghong’s spiritual sense, their voices were not, as they had been on that day, transformed by the breeze into the language of the continent.

Chen Changsheng still understood a little.

The language of the Sacred Light Continent was somewhat similar to the language of the Dragon race.

When he was memorizing the final book of the three thousand scriptures of the Daoist Canon, he became extremely familiar with the Dragon language. More importantly, he had studied under Zhizhi’s tutelage beneath New North Bridge for a very long time.

The stealers of fire’s source? What did that mean?

As he pondered this question, the two Angels from the Sacred Light Continent began their assault.

A straight ray of light appeared in front of his eyes, cleaving the sky into two.

And then, the light, in defiance of all the laws of this world, turned back, descending from another angle.

The Angels began to attack faster and faster, and the light moved faster as well, cutting the sky into incredibly fine pieces.

Countless fantastical attacks came from every imaginable angle in an unending stream.

With Chen Changsheng’s cultivation level, he was finding it harder and harder to make out every detail, but he could still sense a great deal.

This was the true experience and intelligence gained from the battle with the two Angels. It was a red flower illuminating the sky, severing the trajectories of the light. It was the trail of a fist as it blasted through the clouds, ignoring the laws of the world. All these things entered his sea of consciousness through Bie Yanghong’s finger.

As time passed, the rays of light grew increasingly dense, weaving and intersecting as they gradually formed a field of blazing white.

An explosion rumbled through Chen Changsheng’s sea of consciousness.

Countless massive waves smashed against the invisible but bounded embankments of his mind.

Chen Changsheng woke up. He felt no other discomfort besides a slight ache in his sea of consciousness.

And then he felt somewhat hot. Put more accurately, the surface of his body was boiling hot.

He entered Meditative Introspection, upon which he discovered that all the paths of his Ethereal Palace were connected and the snowy plain of star radiance was currently on fire.

It was not a fierce flame, but the entirety of the plain was ablaze with a dark blue flame that extended to the horizon.

Bie Yanghong’s finger left his brow, but the battle experience and, more importantly, a Divine Domain expert’s comprehension and understanding of the laws of the world remained in his sea of consciousness. There was also the intense will to fight, the will to kill, as one contended against those two Angels of the Sacred Light Continent.

This was unquestionably the best state Chen Changsheng had been in since he had formed the ten thousand swords into a dragon within the Garden of Zhou.

The several hundred swords calmly floating outside the room sensed his transformation, vibrating and letting out low hums.

All of White Emperor City could sense an unmatched and awe-inspiring sword intent.

The priests and Bear tribe warriors in the street subconsciously wanted to retreat.

After some time, Chen Changsheng opened his eyes. He suppressed that will to fight, causing the awe-inspiring sword intent enveloping the courtyard to recede.

He knew that on his long path of cultivation, the knowledge that Bie Yanghong had left in his sea of consciousness would help him pass many crooked roads. And if he were to meet those experts from the Sacred Light Continent, the experience and fighting will in his sea of consciousness would lend him even more strength.

Bie Yanghong glanced at the unconscious Xuanyuan Po and said, "The fist style that I used in the battle with those two—I once mentioned it to him. In the future, if he has any interests or questions on this Dao, I request that Your Holiness help me instruct him."

He quite liked this bear youth and felt that there was a connection between them. Coupled with the kindness shown to them, he had decided to instruct Xuanyuan Po yesterday.

He had originally planned to truly teach his fist style to Xuanyuan Po today, but it now seemed that he could only entrust this task to Chen Changsheng.

Chen Changsheng replied, "He’s always been a member of the Orthodox Academy, so please be at ease, Senior."

In those scenes, he had seen the appearances and fighting styles of the two Angels, but he still had many questions.

Especially about the Sacred Light exuded by the two Angels. He was far too familiar with it.

His blood and flesh were packed with this type of Sacred Light.

Was this the source of the other continent’s name?

Not even the three thousand scriptures of the Daoist Canon had many records on the distant and mysterious Sacred Light Continent. Only in a few extremely ancient scriptures could one find a few sentences couched in the language of myths.

As a child, Chen Changsheng had become an erudite scholar of the Daoist Canon and read many more books besides. Perhaps he was born in the Sacred Light Continent, but in the previous ten-some years of his life, he had no understanding of the Sacred Light Continent.

At the very beginning, he even thought that the Sacred Light Continent did not exist.

Only after Su Li took the Holy Maiden of the south away, and Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong discussed on the Bridge of Helplessness where those two seniors might have gone, did he finally develop this concept. And it was only after the coup of the Mausoleum of Books, where he saw together with the Tianhai Divine Empress that monk, that he confirmed that the Sacred Light Continent really did exist.

The imperials really had escaped there, and on that side, there were also countless experts beneath the starry sky.

And then, there was the night in the mountains.

The mighty Demon Lord who had almost conquered the continent had died beneath a pillar of light from that end of the starry sky.

That pillar of light shook the entire continent and worried Chen Changsheng to no end.

He had not forgotten the Tianhai Divine Empress’s final act before her death.

She burned the last of her soul to heavily wound the monk by that stream near Xining, with no care for the fact that her legacy was completely severed.

At the time, no one understood why she had done this.

Now, Chen Changsheng understood.