There are many roads in Tianshu Mausoleum, but there is only one road that can directly climb to the top of the mausoleum, and that is the Shinto path made of white jade in the south.
Ascending the mausoleum by Shinto is a very symbolic event.
Only the emperor, the pope, and the saintesses of the south are eligible to walk on the path of God, which represents supreme authority.
Before Xun Mei, many people tried to enter the divine way, but apart from Zhou Dufu, there seemed to be no other successful examples.
Wang Po's attempt to enter the divine way is to fulfill his promise to his old friend, to challenge the imperial court, and to avenge Emperor Taizong.
Xu Yourong stood in the depths of the woods in the Baicao Garden, looking at the slightly raised grass, and said in a low voice: "You said that Taoist Ji is Emperor Taizong's most loyal subject, and even a perverted fanatical follower, then he How could something like this be allowed to happen?"
The breeze was blowing the leaves and the green grass that had just emerged from the ground. The Holy Empress Tianhai lay here forever, and no one could answer her questions.
"Thinking of being an enemy of such a perverted character, I'm really nervous."
Xu Yourong's expression was very calm, she couldn't see the tension described in her words, only her slightly trembling eyelashes revealed her true mood at this moment.
What she is about to do or the decision she makes is too terrible, and if she is not careful, tens of millions of people may die miserably.
To make such a decision, or to convince the entire continent that she dared to make such a decision, she needs to have an extremely strong will.
When the will is extremely strong, it is naturally ruthless. This is the supreme way.
Xu Yourong frowned slightly, looking a little weak and pitiful.
No one has ever seen her like this.
Even when she was seriously injured and dying in Zhou Garden, even if she was as close as Chen Changsheng, she had never seen her.
Only the smooth stone road on Muyu and the tree by the cliff have been seen before.
The index fingers of the two hands touched together lightly in the breeze.
She looked at the place where her fingertips intersected and said to herself: "You can do it, you can do it."
Following the seemingly weak and timid murmur, her eyelashes gradually ceased to tremble.
She raised her head and looked at the slightly raised green grass again, her eyes were calm.
The ultimate peace is indifference.
Not to mention a piece of green grass, even a monstrous flood could not make her care.
"May the Holy Light be with you forever."
Xu Yourong turned around and walked outside the Baicao Garden.
With the flick of her skirt, a path of wildflowers grew out of the green grass, and then a golden flame suddenly grew out, turning into nothingness.
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It wasn't very far from Xun Mei's hut to the bottom of the Shinto. It didn't take long when Chen Changsheng, Gou Hanshi and others rushed over.
But Wang Po walked away for a long time.
The iron knife had been unsheathed at some point and was held in his hand.
If people saw this scene, they would definitely be shocked and puzzled.
When he fought against Tieshu in the wind and snow that year, he didn't draw his sword for a long time, until finally he cut through the world with one blow.
Why did he pull out the iron knife so early today? Who is he going to kill
What Wang Po wants to kill is not a human being.
Today's Tianshu Mausoleum is too deserted, there are no ascetics looking at the stele, and even those stele attendants don't know where they went.
Even if these people are there, no one is qualified to make him use the knife.
What he cut were the branches that had branched out and blocked the road, the fences that had rotted, and the bluestones that were uneven due to disrepair.
As the iron knife falls, the branches become chips, the bamboo fences become powder, and the bluestones become dust, and then they are blown away by the wind, becoming flat and brand new.
After he left, the clear knife marks on the mud and bluestone gradually disappeared, but the knife intent disappeared into a deeper space, covering something.
Wang Po walked to the bottom of the Shinto and looked at the pavilion that used to exist.
Now the world already knows that the historical gods at that time have broken through and become sacred.
No wonder Xun Mei had just woken up from a dream that night and was still unable to pass his level when she was at the peak.
Who will stop him from entering the divine way today
Wang Po did not walk towards the Shinto, but quietly waited for that person to arrive.
His iron knife was sheathed again, but the momentum of the knife was still stretching between the sky and the earth, and it kept rising slowly.
He won't be in a hurry, because the longer the time, the more perfect Ji Yun's saber gesture will be until it is perfect and there is no gap.
It may be for this reason that the person he was waiting for appeared after not too long.
The clear water in the shallow ditch was stirred by the breeze, creating countless fine ripples, forming countless complicated and difficult to understand patterns.
It seems that the wonderful meaning of heaven and earth is hidden in the water pattern, which dilutes Wang Po's saber momentum a lot.
Shang Xingzhou appeared on the Shinto, with fluttering Taoist sleeves, and his black hair was combed in an orderly manner, his elegance was overwhelming.
Wang Po said: "Sure enough, there is nothing new."
He was not surprised by Shang Xingzhou's appearance, and no one would be surprised.
In today's world, the person who has the ability to stop him from breaking into the divine way is Shang Xingzhou.
Shang Xingzhou didn't answer.
Compared with talking, he cares more about the actual results.
He looked at Wang Po with admiration in his eyes, just like looking at his most outstanding junior.
But that appreciation eventually turned into regret.
In his plan, Wang Po would play an extremely important role in the subsequent Northern Expedition, and he was even going to hand over the important task of breaking Xuelao City to the other side.
It's a pity that such an excellent human race powerhouse is going to die today.
A rain fell on the sky of Tianshu Mausoleum at the same time as Shang Xingzhou arrived.
That is not spring rain, but arrow rain.
Accompanied by dense humming, countless feathered arrows and crossbow bolts fell like a torrential rain.
Those arrow branches rubbed violently with the air, bringing out a series of flames, and there was a hidden holy light shining among them.
Wang Po didn't turn around, he already sensed the arrival of the arrow rain.
He was a little surprised, but also a little emotional.
He did not expect that the Habayashi Army outside the Tianshu Mausoleum actually had so many holy light arrows.
Obviously, the imperial court had predicted his appearance in Tianshu Mausoleum long ago, and such a large number of holy light arrows was a very targeted means of terror.
It turned out that three years ago when he broke into the sacred realm by the Luoshui River, the imperial court began to prepare how to kill him.
Shang Xingzhou stood on the divine path, and was also within the range of the arrow rain, but he had no intention of leaving, and just looked at Wang Po quietly.
It was as if he was looking at a dead man.
He has practiced Taoism for more than a thousand years, so he naturally has the ability to deal with the Holy Light Arrow, at least much stronger than Wang Po.
And if he didn't leave, Wang Po couldn't leave.
No matter how strong Wang Po's iron knife is, it is impossible to resist his attack while cutting down the rain of arrows.
At this time, a sword light suddenly appeared in a certain forest in the southwest of Tianshu Mausoleum.
That sword light was extremely pure.
A bird was startled out, but before it could fly out of the forest, it was chopped down by another sword light.
That sword light was extremely gorgeous.
Immediately afterwards, more and more sword lights swept across the woods.