Ze Tian Ji (Way of Choices)

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

In the end, Xu Yourong and Chen Changsheng had still been delayed in the abruptly thickening cloud layer for a time and failed to throw off the Angel of Sacred Light. Although they had not intended to throw off the Angel, when they saw Madam Mu, it became their only choice.

The Angel sensed Madam Mu's existence and turned to look at her, its indifferent eyes subtly changing.

Even it had to admit that Madam Mu was powerful.

Madam Mu gazed back at the Angel, her brows slowly rising.

She could clearly sense that this Angel of Sacred Light had gotten even stronger.

Was it because it had gradually adapted to the laws of this world as it spent more time here?

But then she sensed the familiar scent on the divine Qi exuded by the Angel.

She now realized why the Demon Lord had insisted on taking part in the Heavenly Selection ceremony.

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Madam Mu stood several dozen li away, to the west.

The Angel of Sacred Li stood several dozen li away, to the east.

This situation seemed impossible to resolve.

Even Bie Yanghong resurrected would find it impossible to resolve.

Wang Po and the Mount Li Sword Sect Master could not suddenly cross tens of thousands of li to this place.

Not even an expert of the Divine Domain could completely disregard distance.

Who could resolve this problem?

Chen Changsheng noted, "It seems like there really is a problem with my plan."

Xu Yourong said, "It's just a little trouble. There's no problem."

Chen Changsheng said, "I'm worried that the White Emperor won't act."

Xu Yourong said, "Since he's seen all living beings, he will definitely act."

Confused, Chen Changsheng said, "They're still husband and wife."

Xu Yourong pointed out, "That's because you don't know who their original objective is."

Chen Changsheng still did not understand. "Even if the White Emperor does act, he's not guaranteed to succeed."

Xu Yourong replied, "It's the same thing. Since he's seen all living beings, he will definitely succeed."

Chen Changsheng still did not understand, but the Angel's spear of light had already arrived.

The dazzling sunlight seemed to be swallowed up by the terrifying energy in the tip of the spear.

The sky suddenly dimmed, the clouds turning gray.

Light descended once more, brimming with the purest and most dignified Qi. It came from the temple sword.

Pure white wings drew shadow after shadow onto the sky.

Countless swords followed and pursued like a twisting and turning waterfall.

It was a grandiose and beautiful sight.

A sword intent suddenly rose from the storm of swords and entered the great light.

The light did not brighten, but it seemed to gain weight. Just like the clouds from before, it became extremely viscous and sticky.

The Angel of Sacred Light abruptly slowed.

Two sword glows.

Descended together.

They brought with them an indescribably exquisite trajectory and indescribable momentum.

The sword intent clashed with the spear of limitless energy.

The sun in the sky instantly darkened.

The clouds blown by the violent winds obscured all directions. The world for ten-some li in every direction was awash with feathery clouds.

An invisible and enormous bell burst apart in the heavens, sending out countless waves of sound and arrows of Qi.

The wisps of clouds in the sky gradually dispersed, making it clear and bright once more.

The Angel of Sacred Light remained in its original position, but Xu Yourong and Chen Changsheng had retreated several li.

Blazing Phoenix blood, shattered sword glows, and one broken feather, whiter than snow, could be seen amongst the gradually settling clouds.

Just like in the courtyard, the Angel had been injured, but Xu Yourong and Chen Changsheng had suffered greater injuries.

The harmonization of swords arising from the Halving Blade Style and the South Stream Temple sword array truly did have a strength that could surpass cultivation levels, so they had been able to draw with Wuqiong Bi. However, they still could not defeat an expert on the level of this otherworldly Angel.

But no one would think that Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong were very weak.

With their current age and cultivation level, just wounding the Angel was already nigh unimaginable.

Just like the Angel, Madam Mu had also seen many problems in those two sword glows. A hint of surprise appeared in her eyes.

The goosefeather clouds grew still. A ravine appeared in the sea of clouds, and within it was a very small hole.

Xu Yourong and Chen Changsheng had disappeared, flying down into the sea of clouds through that hole.

A streak of fire appeared in the sky and the clouds roiled. The Angel had followed in pursuit.

Beneath those clouds wereas the mountains on the opposite shore of the Red River.

Madam Mu was keenly aware of this.

She thought of the Qi that could set the world ablaze in those two sword glows, thought of the Wildfire of the Celestial Trees in those mountains, and the surprise in her eyes deepened.

She believed that this was Xu Yourong's method of fighting. She felt a faint admiration for the Holy Maiden's calculation abilities, and then a faint ridicule and pity.

But she was not prepared to wait until Xu Yourong discovered her error, because that person had already returned to White Emperor City.

Her blue gown fluttered and her two sleeves summoned the winds.

The sea of clouds began to leap about like cotton being teased.

Every place that leaped up was a sign that the clouds in a sphere several hundred zhang in radius were being compressed and bound together.

The sea of clouds was gradually parted, gathering up in various places, slowly breaking into countless islands.

Those islands continued to compress, a monstrous strength filling every crevice of space within them.

No matter where Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong were in those clouds, they could not escape.

The cloud islands continued to internally compress, every wisp of cloud and nearly-condensed water drop clinging to each other, creating a terrifying weight.

Even the rays of light from the sun would slightly bend as they passed by the edges of those clouds.

If these clouds continued to compress, it wouldn't matter that Xu Yourong had the blood of the Heavenly Phoenix or that Chen Changsheng had a stainless constitution. They would still end up being crushed to death.

This was Cloud Herding, the strongest technique of the Great Western Continent's Imperial clan.

This was the divine art of a Saint.

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Countless balls of clouds continued to compress, transforming into all kinds of shapes.

One cloud was like a pirate from the Great Western Continent, another was like a portrait of Grand Scholar Tungus, and one cloud… was like a tiger.

The blue gown ceased to flutter.

The sleeves went still.

Madam Mu quietly gazed at that cloud.

The cloud in the gradually dispersing sea of clouds quietly gazed at her.

Like a tiger in the wind-blown grasslands quietly watching.

The clouds were white, and the grasslands were also white, as if they had been painted with frost.

It was a white tiger.