"This matter is unsolvable."
Cang Nanyi’s expression was sowhat indifferent: "The one who suppressed this dragon is quite resourceful. He used the power of the Thirteen Sword Soul Star Ropes of the Heavenly Mountain to seal the White Dragon in this realm. The source of power for these thirteen Soul Cones is that Heavenly Mountain.
If you want to rescue it, there’s only one way: cut the Thirteen Star Ropes, collapse the Heavenly Mountain, and then it can be set free."
The power of the Divine Statue had clearly reached its limit. Barely finishing its last sentence, the divine light around Cang Nanyi shattered completely, and his figure dispersed into countless specks of light like fireflies.
Baili An rose and ca to the dragon’s back, examining those thirteen Soul Cones for a long ti, seeing the myriad changes in the runes on them, finding no flaws.
At least, with Baili An’s current understanding of the path of runes, he was utterly helpless against the thirteen Soul Cones.
He could only climb back up to the Dragon Horn, lying on it, and blew a breath toward the White Dragon’s brow.
"Great White Dragon, I can’t take you away now. If you don’t mind, let cut a lock of your tail feather. After I leave, I’ll seek the Heavenly Seal Sword Master and inform him of this matter.
Although he’s not exactly easygoing, he’s ultimately a fair and just person. Let’s see if he can find a way to get you out."
The White Dragon let out two low rumbles at being addressed as "Great White Dragon," seemingly displeased.
Seeing no major reaction from it, Baili An assud it agreed, and he climbed down from the Dragon Horn.
From the end of the White Dragon’s tail, he snipped off a tuft of silver-white tail feather, carefully stored it away, then looked up at the white Silver Dragon that had been suppressed by chains and Soul Cones for two hundred years.
Its deep blue, beautiful dragon eyes were half-closed, eting his gaze.
He’d only been in the realm for a day, yet Baili An felt the subtle change of emotion in those imnse eyes.
From the initial indifference and cruelty to a now serene and distant aura.
A ferocious giant dragon that should have been rciless to mortal ants now showed an expression akin to that of a reindeer.
Baili An looked at it earnestly and said, "The guarding power of those thirteen Soul Cones is overly strong. I can’t promise to get you out right now. If you are willing to trust , I hope you can wait for ."
The White Dragon made no further sound, and the floating dragon whiskers in the space descended slowly, gently circling his arm before releasing, as if responding.
Baili An felt a chill on his wrist, where a trace of aura entwined.
That aura provided guidance, leading him to the way out.
Expressing deep gratitude, Baili An solemnly bowed to the White Dragon, then, following the guidance of the aura, traversed the realm and left riding the Autumnwater Sword.
After leaving the layers of the Abyss Realm, Baili An was transported by the power of the space array to another mountain peak, seeing neither the Evergreen Pavilion nor Zangxin’s figure.
By now, it was almost noon. The winter snow had just cleared, and the warm sunlight on the mountain snow was dazzlingly bright.
Having stayed long in the darkness, Baili An was extrely unaccustod to such strong light. He instinctively sought to summon the Glazed Umbrella and rembered he had long given it to the Second Sword Yue Nü.
Baili An felt greatly helpless.
Although his realm had reached the Crossing Calamity stage, he wouldn’t fear the sun’s light for a short ti.
Yet the midday sun beating down on him still caused the skin to tingle with a fiery, stinging sensation, like roasting over a fire rack.
He headed into the depths of the snow forest, using the dense woods to escape the blazing sun.
Just as he stepped into the forest, he felt a slight but very heavy tremor beneath his feet.
Baili An narrowed his eyes, frowning, and looked around, only to see the snow between the leaves remained undisturbed, as though the faint tremor had been an illusion.
He suddenly sensed a hint of an unusual aura in the air, and before he could ponder it further, a bell rang out from the distant mountain.
The Heavenly Seal Sword Pavilion had opened.
Thousands of golden lights pierced through the clouds, a bright auspicious aura enveloped the Heavenly Mountain, and a ray of light from the clouds descended; south of the Heavenly Mountain, the tower opened.
In front of the tightly sealed tower doors, led by Ying Xiu and Qi Liancheng, stood a large crowd of figures.
Amongst the crowd, heads were turning, and murmured conversations were continuous.
Sword Master Yu, clad in a black and red sword outfit, stood before the sword monunt of the tower, holding a Stone Scroll, using a carving knife as a pen to inscribe an Imperial Decree.
Hearing the commotion, Baili An changed into clean clothes in the forest and proceeded here. Yet, at this mont, he had little interest in the Sword Pavilion, a place of secret archives that many yearned for.
His palm clutched that tuft of Dragon Tail Feather, and his gaze almost imdiately locked onto the solemn figure in front of the monunt.
Baili An was about to step forward when he was intercepted by the sharp-eyed Crown Prince Ying Xiu.
"The Sect Master is comprehending so Heaven’s Mandate Imperial Decree, no idlers allowed." Ying Xiu, with a height advantage, looked down at Baili An, his expression displeased.
As Sword Master Yu stowed the carving pen in his sleeve, the Stone Scroll was inserted into the long monunt, and several lines of golden script appeared on the smooth, ancient monunt surface:
"After playing a thousand pieces, one comprehends sound; after observing a thousand swords, one knows the tool."
The Sword Pavilion opened wide, and people began to enter one after another.
Ying Xiu’s face also showed an uncontrollable look of anticipation and joy.
"Brother Ying Xiu, I’ve long admired and awaited the Sword Pavilion, so I’ll go ahead."
Qi Liancheng glanced at Baili An without a hint of emotion, perfectly suppressing the surprise and confusion in his eyes. With a slight smile on his face, he stepped inside.
Ying Xiu, too, couldn’t be bothered to linger with Baili An and quickly headed toward the open-door Sword Pavilion, his steps hurried, as if fearing to fall behind others.
He was determined to visit the Sword Pavilion this ti, and given that his father uncharacteristically permitted it, his satisfaction and pride only grew.
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