Chapter 352 — A Single Sword Stuns the Age
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 5
In some respects, the nine of us have reached the realm of gods, but not one of us has reached the divine level in magical power. Yet Shen'er's primal qi is vast enough to reach that level. Although his cultivation realm has not caught up, the sheer depth of his magical power leaves others unable to catch up even at a gallop. If there is anyone under heaven who can command godlike magical power, it is certainly not Imperial Teacher Jingping. It can only be Shen'er. " The Secluded Hermit also knew how fearsome Shen Mu's cultivation was. "You said earlier that his sword art still has many flaws, and that if he met someone with greater insight, he would not even know how he died. I think he has already met such a person.
" The headman's heart shook. "Is this deity also a Sword God? " The Secluded Hermit nodded with an ambiguous smile. "Elder Brother, can you now tell me what the Overlord Body is all about?
" The headman smiled slightly and said leisurely, "The Overlord Body is unique, surpassing the Four Great Spirit Bodies; it is the rarest physique under heaven.
Once one Overlord Body appears in this world, a second cannot exist. But false Overlord Bodies will appear, contending for the fate of the true Overlord Body.
. . " Inside the Three Primes Hall. Shen Mu stepped out and charged straight toward the youthful deity.
His strides were heavy and solid but extremely fast.
Wherever his foot landed, soil flew up and the earth shook like waves. Dirt and broken stones no sooner floated up than they were melted.
Some became earthen swords in midair, some became stone swords; stones that held metal were smelted and refined into sharp flying swords. Fusing artifact-forging into battle was Shen Mu's unique skill. The Silent Craftsman had never taught him, but applying what he learned on the spot had always been his strength.
He could not use the primal weapons he had brought with him here, so he would forge them on the spot! Once the two were about a hundred zhang apart, Shen Mu already had a hundred or more flying swords around him.
At the same time, he unleashed his sword art.
The moment he struck, it was Sword-Treading Mountains and Rivers! Heroic passion surged in his chest.
Can a god be felled?
His reply was: Yes!
His sword-light exploded. Flying sword after flying sword shot at the youthful deity, flashing brilliantly, but a hundred blades were too few. Sword-light burst from his body to make up for what the flying swords lacked.
He dashed forward, and Sword-Treading Mountains and Rivers spread out before him, peaks and streams surging onward like an unrolling painting. In this strike he drew on every insight he had gained—the headman's teaching, Imperial Teacher Jingping's enlightenment, Qin Hanzhen's guidance—and fused it all into the sword. The sword-light's power erupted. It was his strongest move.
Even the second strike of the Sword Diagram, One Sword Cleaving a Sea of Sovereign Blood, was no match for it, because he had put all his mind into Sword-Treading Mountains and Rivers and refined it more than anything else. Compared with the version the headman had taught him, this strike had nearly doubled in power. On the opposing side, sword-light also burst from the youthful deity's fingers and palms. Countless beams flew at him.
Shen Mu was briefly startled, then at once saw the secret. "The sword art of the Land of No Sorrow!
He is from the Land of No Sorrow! " He had no time to think further.
Their sword arts finally collided, and countless beams of sword-light swallowed them both.
All the might concealed in the towering mountains and rivers was unleashed, while the power of the Land of No Sorrow's sword art also surged wildly! The Elder of the Three Primes stood above the sun, the moon, and the high mountains and looked down. He saw the mountains and rivers collapse in an instant, and then boundless energy burst outward, swelling like two blindingly bright spheres.