Chapter 659: Setting Out

In the vast sea of light, a person was flying desperately with wings of light.

Reasonably speaking, he was a quite handsome young man, with golden, brilliant, and elegantly spread wings behind his back; this should have been a very graceful and magnificent image, but he currently looked somewhat disheveled, even a bit panicked.

He was clearly flapping his wings to fly high, and his speed was not slow at all, but his movements looked as if he were crawling.

Having soared in the sea of light for too long, he was somewhat unable to distinguish directions, only rushing forward for his life based on a vague intuition, his expression becoming even more anxious.

Suddenly, his body trembled slightly, as if he had crossed some boundary.

Before his eyes, it suddenly opened up; the endless sea of light receded, and the world was, in a sense, brighter.

Bright, vivid, and colorful.

Blue skies and white clouds, green hills and clear waters, flowers in full bloom, a riot of colors.

It was the very best time of spring.

These were just the natural landscapes; he also saw small bridges and flowing water, pavilions and towers, saw the crisscrossing paths and green fields in the distance, saw the tile-roofed houses, granaries, the full granaries of white rice, and swallow nests under the eaves nearby...

However, compared to before when the stripes looked like living snakes and showed signs of constantly blurring, the stripes now were quiet, just like old tattoos or totems on its body, at most adding some mystery to this giant bird.

Tang Zhao nodded, and Destruction said, "When the critical moment arrives in a while, you know what to do."

It paused, took one last look at the myriad phenomena within the barrier, and said, "I haven't seen chrysanthemums and plum blossoms yet."

Of course, the strangest thing of all was the scenery itself.

Tang Zhao truly could not do it; the teleportation array beside him followed him personally, and others could not use it alone. Now, he had no time to send Zheng Yun away, and he did not even know if the receiving teleportation array on the other side was still there, so he said, "You go into the Time Jar first and follow me."

The youth paused slightly and said, "Perhaps it is because I didn't restore it well. I also just looked at pictures and imagined and perfected it myself; of course, it is not as good as reality. Chen Zong's hometown must be very beautiful."

Halfway through speaking, it suddenly fell silent, then added, "You still have to go out; when the time comes... you are the only one who can settle the outcome."

It was not just because this scenery was too pristine, wiping away all filth and clamor, leaving only the most beautiful parts, but also because these scenes were all shrouded in a layer of bright, shimmering light, making all the colors both bright and soft, looking so comfortable. This was a luster not found in nature; perhaps only the beautification in memory could give scenery such embellishments.

Destruction said, "Alright, stop with that stuff that doesn't exist in the world. I want to see what exists in the world. I've seen enough of spring, change it to autumn for me. Replace the peach blossoms and peonies with chrysanthemums."

The youth sitting on the ground said in a voice so light it was like sleep-talking, "Those are skyscrapers and cars, as well as neon lights. You don't know how to appreciate this beauty of steel and technology; if it weren't for being here with me, you wouldn't see such scenes in any corner of the world."

Destruction chuckled coldly and said, "Do you think it's beautiful yourself? Those square earth and stone houses, so tall, each layer not even as big as a cage—where is the beauty in living inside them?"

Or perhaps with his aptitude, he did not need the halo of light to be stunning.

He opened his eyes and saw the appearance of the person who had arrived; it was his old acquaintance Zheng Yun.

At the end of the road was a large flower garden.

Moreover, the youth knew very well that such good scenery did not exist in the world.

In the end, he had nothing to say.

This was clearly a paradise, a pastoral landscape.

A youth sat in the sea of flowers, leaning against Destruction as if leaning against a large cushion; Destruction's feathers, which looked like sharp swords, were as soft as a chick's down behind him. He closed his eyes slightly, seemingly taking a nap, his movements very leisurely. He also had that layer of soft, warm luster on his body, making him look so handsome and even sacred.

In the middle of the sunflowers lay a large Golden Crow. It was sprawled in the sea of flowers in a way a crow would rarely do; the sunflowers surrounded it, covering half of its body, just like a soft mattress, letting it sink in.

But Tang Zhao sat securely upon it, yet could remain unscathed, just like a natural Golden Crow knight.

Destruction did not wait for him to say anything, pointed at Zheng Yun, and said, "You leave first. Zhao, send him out."

The youth who came was stunned to see this scene, almost unable to believe that Destruction could have such a peaceful time.

How could there be so much scenery?

If it really weren't such a bad time, Tang Zhao would have really liked to show off.

"Uh... Your Highness Destruction?"

At this moment, Destruction spoke, "Look at how good this scenery is? Quiet and leisurely, this is the beauty of nature. Those tall stone pillars and iron boxes running around on the ground you showed me just now, and that bizarre red light... noisy and messy, what's the point?"

Zheng Yun was called by name, jolted awake, stood by the edge of the flower garden, and shouted loudly, "You two, stop resting! The battle outside is going badly! Hurry out and help!"

He walked a few steps, and then he saw another figure.

It was still the most irritable of the Golden Crows, Destruction.

And it was still an invitation initiated by it.

Isn't this the sea of light? Isn't this the center of His Highness Jinwu Dianxia's Sword Intent?

Putting Zheng Yun into the Time Jar, Tang Zhao withdrew his Sword Intent; the blue sky and white clouds instantly dissipated, leaving only the vast halo of light, and he came before Destruction. Destruction lowered its head to let him sit on it.

Tang Zhao rolled over and got up, the leisure in his expression instantly vanishing, and he asked anxiously, "What, is His Highness Jinwu Dianxia in danger?"

The youth could hardly believe his eyes and walked forward a few steps to look carefully—this Destruction, it was undoubtedly Destruction; the feathers on its body were dark gold, with large black stripes, all of which were the unique marks of Destruction.

Destruction said, "What 'go out'? At this point, is there any need for this place to exist? And what is there to go out or come in?" It curled up gently.

If one speaks of the future, it sounds very ominous, but if one does not speak of the future, it seems to imply some things.

Zheng Yun smiled bitterly and said, "It's not as simple as losing the upper hand... Also, whether that is still Wang Liang is hard to say. In short, Your Highness Destruction, please go take a look."

The youth said, "Autumn is here, the sunflowers are all about to wither."

Destruction also flipped up; if Tang Zhao's spirit changed upon rising, it was as if it had instantly changed species, turning from a lazy crow on the ground into a Golden Crow in the sun, its once-soft feathers bristling, and it shouted, "Is Wang Liang gaining the upper hand? Is Zhao Yao only capable of this much? I alone was evenly matched with Wang Liang, and with it and the Ruyi Sword together, they actually messed up the situation?"

He said, "Shall we go out?"

In fact, there was no lack of flowers here—red, white, purple, colorful—but this flower garden was different; it was filled with golden sunflowers, looking like a carpet paved with gold at first glance.

At this very moment, his bond with the last Sword Intent of the Jinwu Sword was also completed; it was not the Jinwu Sword, but it was better than the Jinwu Sword. How could he stay out of the Golden Crows' battle?

Destruction said, "Do you remember the application method of the Destruction Sword Intent I just taught you?"

Tang Zhao opened his mouth but said nothing.

In an instant, the surrounding vast radiance suddenly moved, forming a huge vortex. Destruction was right in the center of the vortex, like a giant dragon sucking water, swallowing all the radiance into its Inner.

Destruction also saw Zheng Yun; it was in a good mood at this moment, so it forgot the previous grudges and said, "So it's this kid, come, come, come, you sit too. Be careful not to trample the flowers and grass."

The youth walked forward along the path; being in such an environment, he felt it was strange to fly, so he involuntarily landed to walk, but after a few steps, he could not bear the anxiety in his heart and ran wildly along the path until he reached the end of the road.

Zheng Yun had also come riding a Golden Crow, but what he rode was just a Little Golden Crow without consciousness; now Tang Zhao was riding a real Golden Crow.

This was a dream-like place.

He was mainly here to find Destruction; as for Tang Zhao, even though he was stronger than himself, such a scene was of no use, and the person did not need to go, just the sword going out would suffice.

Tang Zhao said without hesitation, "I shall fight side by side with Your Highness."

Huimie thought the same, and said to Tang Zhao, "You wait here, I will go..."

However, the youth who came was a clear-headed person; he felt this kind of radiance was truly a bit strange. Although it was indeed beautiful.

Is this still that Huimie who would set the heavens ablaze at the slightest disagreement?

Huimie said, "Not allowed to wither. These sunflowers all face the sun, so they are mine. If I don't leave, how could these flowers wither? Even if I die, I will have these flowers surround my corpse to make a big wreath."

The youth opened his eyes slightly and said, "What kind of ominous words are these? Why bring up death? We still have three hours; after autumn comes winter, and when the chrysanthemums wither, there are still plum blossoms... Ah, Zheng Yun is here?"

Being able to ride a Golden Crow is an achievement worth bragging about for many years.

At this moment, Huimie had already entered a combat state; the feathers on its body stood on end, all of them blazing with the True Fire of the Sun. Any flesh and blood body that touched even a little would be burned to nothingness.

These were all the power of the Golden Crow, and Huimie could easily digest them after swallowing them into its belly. This was much more nourishing than when it and two other Sword Immortals shared the feast of Wangliang Mountain back then.

Tang Zhao was closest to Huimie, and a portion of the power flowed into his body along his sword blade. Although it was only a drop in the bucket, it was still an extra harvest; he could also gain further progress after going back to refine it. Clearly, Huimie had shared a portion with him—Huimie is actually quite a decent fellow.

The one who benefited the most was Huimie itself. It had squandered quite a bit of power supporting that scale of sword Momentum, and at this moment, by devouring the radiance, it greatly replenished its deficit. Even the black energy receded quite a bit—what it performed Absorption on was the pure and flawless power of the Golden Crow, which had not been polluted in any way, naturally neutralizing the Shadow power within its body.

In a brief moment, the radiance that had been endless to the Look just a moment ago had dissipated, leaving only endless darkness in its place. In the darkness, the dark golden Golden Crow and the handsome youth on its back were like protagonists making a shining entrance, attracting everyone's attention.