Chapter 372 — The Silent One's Wooden Box
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 1 of 4
"The treasures buried in our Mount Taibai have come to light, and the sight of it is terrifying beyond words!
" Almost everyone in the Taibai Sword Sect was fleeing down the mountain, yet the sect's three elders did not retreat but advanced, racing toward the volcanic crater at the summit and crying out in harsh voices: "This is the Dark Demon Cult Master's doing — he cannot take the treasures from the mountain himself, so he means to drive us all away and swallow them whole! No one leaves! " Another old woman shrieked: "The Patriarch has manifested! He is magnifying the Taibai Sword Sect, bestowing the treasures of Mount Taibai upon us!
This is an omen that Taibai shall rise to greatness! " "Heaven have mercy!
" A white-haired elder gazed up at the sky and sighed long and loud, then declared in a ringing voice: "Our founding patriarch said this place is a land of dragon prosperity, destined for vast wealth and honor — and now it has come true!
Hear my command, all disciples: today is the day the Taibai Sword Sect soars to glory and surpasses the Three Great Holy Lands! Come back, all of you, and lend your strength to subdue this precious thing! " Hearing this, many Taibai Sword Sect disciples hastily halted, ceased their flight, and turned back. The Taibai Sword Sect had never been large to begin with — one sect master who had gone to the capital to lodge an imperial complaint, three elders remaining on the mountain, a dozen or so mid-level members, and a hundred-odd disciples under their tutelage.
Now most of the sect chose to stay.
They retrieved the sword caskets that had been blasted away, and one after another the black caskets thudded down across the crumbling slopes of Mount Taibai. The massive caskets, several zhang tall, burst open, and in an instant countless flying swords poured forth like long rivers.
High in the air, Shen Mu rode upon twin dragons, the two dragons surging forward at full speed while other flood dragons flanked him on either side, escorting him into the distance. Shen Mu looked back and saw the sky above Mount Taibai filled with clouds of flying swords, their tips pointed downward, suddenly shooting in a furious torrent toward the erupting volcanic crater! Shen Mu's eyes went wide, and he shouted urgently: "Are you all courting death? Why haven't you fled?
" At the summit, the three sect elders sneered in unison: "Trying to trick us into leaving so you can take the treasures for yourself? The Dark Demon Cult Master's heart is truly rotten beyond measure. If we did not know that Mount Taibai is a land of dragon prosperity, we might have been fooled by you.
" Shen Mu sighed and sped away with a whistle.
"The Taibai mountain range sits upon the dragon eye of a dragon vein, but this vein is merely a subordinate vein of the True Dragon Lord. Not only is it not a land of dragon prosperity — it is a land that steals fortune. The Taibai Sword Sect has had its luck siphoned by this dragon vein for so many years that its allotted time has surely run out.
" Shen Mu thought to himself: "Thankfully this sect has only a hundred-odd people.
The calamity it brings will not be too great. . .
" No sooner had the thought crossed his mind than Mount Taibai exploded with a thunderous roar.
The vast volcano was torn apart, splitting into four.
In the instant the volcano blew, the Hundred-Casket Sword Formation collapsed utterly, and countless flying swords dissolved in midair, turning to molten iron.
The Taibai Sword Sect disciples did not even manage a groan before they were vaporized. The three sect elders possessed considerable cultivation, but before this terrifying force they were utterly powerless.