Chapter 1242 — Lighting a Stick of Incense at the Brow

Shen Mu's heart stirred. He opened the vertical eye at his brow and swept the surroundings, then laughed: "Since there is no one, let us leave this place first and join up with the Land of No Sorrow. If the Fire Heavenly Venerable and the Void Heavenly Venerable should detect us, we cannot withstand them, and I fear our whole army would be wiped out. .

. Wait.

Since we have come, how could we not burn a stick of incense for the Great Emperor?

" He took out a bundle of incense, some hundred-odd sticks, and lit them in the wind. With a flick of his hand, the hundred-odd sticks flew out with a swish and planted themselves in the cliffs of the Supreme Divine Consciousness Realm. Where the incense sticks entered, blood immediately gushed forth! One great banner after another surfaced from the ground, and beneath each banner appeared a corpse, covered by the banner's cloth. In the brow of each of these women's corpses was planted a stick of incense, still burning faintly.

Aboard the Ark of the Other Shore, everyone was startled. They too had looked at that place just now, and had seen nothing.

Yet Shen Mu had seen through it.

Shen Mu gazed into the distance and said in a low voice: "By their attire, they must be people from the Heaven Court's inner palace. Why would palace maids from the inner palace come to a place like this? " "Let me go and take a look!

" Zhuo Cha, the Heavenly Master of Martial Combat, leaped from the Ark of the Other Shore. But no sooner had he left the ship than his fleshly body began to change, assimilated by the Supreme Divine Consciousness Realm, turning into a thin paper man.

Zhuo Cha exclaimed in wonder, and roused his cultivation and dharma power. With a great boom, he actually changed back from a paper man into his true body.

He was an existence of the Emperor Throne realm.

Though suppressed upon coming to this place, his cultivation and strength were too high; the foremost Martial Emperor of the age, how could his fleshly body be anything but formidable? Di Yiyue also jumped down from the ship, and could not help giving a soft cry of surprise, for she too had turned into a paper man. But her cultivation was boundless and mighty; her dharma power circulated, and she at once returned to normal.

The Woodcutter Sage jumped down as well, and with a pop became a paper man. He could not break through the suppression, and drifted waveringly forward.

Then Shen Mu walked past him, strolling at ease, his fleshly body unchanged in the slightest. Shen Mu turned his head and gave him a brilliant smile. The Woodcutter Sage was furious.

He hefted his paper axe and swung it, but the paper axe bent upon striking Shen Mu, with no force in it at all.