Chapter 407 — Flawless
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Fan Xuanshu's sleeves and skirts streamed in the wind. As the former Cult Master of the Dark Demon Cult, her temperament was somewhat twisted, but her strength was absolutely of the first rank; the moment she struck, she displayed a battle power of ferocious might.
Her figure drifted like mist, yet every step she set down was utterly solid, solidity and lightness joined in flawless union.
Fan Xuanshu stretched out a hand, and space itself seemed on the verge of collapse, tumbling into her palm; with her hand as its center, the surrounding space revealed dense, thread-like patterns. Every node of those threads stood for a star; a few stars, a few dozen stars, formed a constellation; three hundred and sixty constellations, great and small, formed a net of heaven spanning all space.
The Great Luo Heaven Star Palm Force! If one looked closely at the stars and constellations within her Great Luo Heaven Star Palm Force, one would find them arrayed into different marvels: the Purple Star, for instance, was built within like a heavenly palace — the Purple Star stands for imperial authority, and so it is a heavenly palace.
The White Tiger's seven mansions held more than seven hundred stars, fifty-four constellations, within them appearing such marvels as the Wood Wolf of Kui, the Gold Dog of Lou, the Earth Pheasant of Wei, and the power each star stood for differed as well.
Fan Xuanshu had, after all, once been the Cult Master of the Dark Demon Cult; she had received scriptures passed down by the Woodcutter and comprehended a grand unified art of her own. Had she not been so twisted, her learning alone would have ranked among the finest under heaven; the Great Luo Heaven Star Palm Force was the peerless art she had comprehended after mastering the Great Nurturing Dark Demon Scripture through and through — a formidable thing indeed.
She charged into the heart of the explosion and joined hands with Emperor Yanfeng; at once violent waves burst from that center, lashing outward, shaking heaven knows how many monsters in the manor until they spat blood, so that they scurried in panic into the great halls to hide from the blast.
Halfway up the mountain, flood dragons stood one by one before Shen Mu, Ling Yuxiu, and the others, shielding them from the aftershocks of the divine powers.
Shen Mu's palm rested on the Wuyou Sword; in his eyes heaven upon heaven opened, and he stared fixedly at the battle in the manor. His fingers drummed ceaselessly on the sword hilt; before and behind him appeared the sigils and symbols of Wuji, Taiji, the Four Phases, and the Eight Trigrams, reckoning madly.
At the heart of the explosion the collapsing world within the painting dispersed, and there were Emperor Yanfeng and Fan Xuanshu circling a painting, running and striking, while in the blind elder's hands the black spear grew longer and longer; the great spear quivered, his feet moved without cease, and he thrust at the painting! And from within that painting arms and legs struck out, meeting the three masters blow for blow, not yielding the advantage in the least.
Emperor Yanfeng's dharma power was matchless in its ferocity; though his cultivation had not yet returned to its peak, such power was already enough to laugh down the world, surpassing even Fan Xuanshu and the blind elder.
His moves opened wide and closed wide, his strength great and his blows heavy, fierce and domineering.
Fan Xuanshu's divine powers were a notch above; her grand unified art, though it could not be called true transmission, had unified the Great Nurturing Dark Demon Scripture, so that she wielded every art and power with ease — and in her Shen Mu saw something he himself lacked.