Chapter 351 — The Hour When Gods Meet
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
" Light burst from both their Sacred Pupils; five radiant beams slashed at each other along the line of their gaze, swift beyond all evasion! The instant the youth's Sacred Pupil stirred, Shen Mu discerned its attribute: the light that burst from those eyes was five-colored, and unlike Long Yu's sword eye, it came stabbing in like five-colored divine swords, intertwining as they thrust!
He had three eyes, and in each the five colors were arrayed in a different order; the power of these three five-colored beams was by no means to be taken lightly!
Boom — Two figures fell from the sky, each struck by the other's divine light, plunging into the earth.
Two mushroom clouds rose from the ground. Shen Mu sprang up, sucking in a cold breath at the pain.
He had blocked that blow with the body-forging, qi-refining method of the Great Nurture Nether Demon Sutra, the Nine Turns, Three Verifications Profound Art. That art was exceedingly perilous; when Shen Mu first cultivated it, all the energy in his body was drained away, and in a short time he was reduced to skin and bones, nearly dying. To cultivate this profound art one needed spirit pills enough to replenish one's energy.
After that brush with death in cultivation, he had spent the past two years warily using it to temper his body and refine his primal qi, and had reached the fourth turn, the second verification. The first verification: bones drawn tight.
The second: a body like iron.
Four turns of primal qi: the first turn, qi like a rainbow; the second, like lead and mercury; the third, like a fire dragon; the fourth, the great furnace opens.
It was as though a vast pill furnace lay hidden in his body, round and full, true essence burning like fire within it, shielding his flesh — and with a body like steel, he had blocked that blow.
"I have the Great Nurture Nether Demon Sutra, a technique passed down in my family! " Shen Mu leaped from the crater, springing step after step, and in a few strides scaled a hilltop, gazing toward the place where the young god had fallen. He said in a low voice, "I do not believe you can withstand my Sacred Pupil! " Suddenly his pupils shrank.
He saw a figure walk slowly out of the deep pit wreathed in smoke and dust, growing ever clearer. "Not dead yet? " Shen Mu gave a long cry and tried to summon the Carefree Sword, only to find that the Carefree Sword could not be used here.
At once his primal qi erupted and he sprinted at the young god: "If I cannot wield a weapon I brought, then I will forge one!
" Outside the Three Primes Hall, Qingyou the Hermit smiled and said slowly, "This god is called Chongming.
By a curious coincidence, he too comes from Carefree Village. Guess — what is his surname? "