Chapter 438 — Like Returning Swallows
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 4
The strange thing is that none of their primordial spirits are within their bodies — it is as though, in the midst of battle, their primordial spirits were suddenly dragged out of them. . .
" Shen Mu was slightly startled.
"Dragged out of their bodies? " The Flood Dragon King Deity nodded and said, "There is no primordial spirit in any of these bodies. From the formation that Granny Zhu and the Imperial Preceptor of Jingping have set up, I judge it to be a primordial-spirit formation: a divine ability that burst forth all at once, dragging the primordial spirits of everyone nearby out of their bodies by force.
My guess is that their losses were too heavy, and so they mean to fight with their primordial spirits.
" Shen Mu let out a breath, somewhat reassured. "So they are not dead, but fighting by means of their primordial spirits. . .
Flood Dragon King Deity, you have seen much and know much — do you know where their primordial spirits have gone? " The Flood Dragon King Deity said, "A primordial spirit travels with great speed — tens of thousands of li in an instant, ranging through the vastness of the void.
Their primordial spirits are surely not here; as for where they are, that is beyond my knowing. " Shen Mu was stunned; then his voice came out rough: "Which ones have no breath left?
" The Flood Dragon King Deity pointed to the Alchemist among the Great Luo Heaven Stars, then to the Lame Elder, then to the Deaf Elder, the Kun King, the Grey Immortal.
Shen Mu's heart sank lower and lower.
The Flood Dragon King Deity said softly, "A few of High Heaven's gods have lost their breath as well — their primordial spirits must have been defeated in battle. .
. " Shen Mu's face darkened. He rose and came aboard the Sunlight Boat, where he found everyone rigid in place, motionless.
Clearly, when Granny Zhu and the others unleashed their primordial-spirit formation, they had swept away the primordial spirits of everyone around — man and god alike — in a single wave!
"Young Master.
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. " Xue Hu'er looked at Shen Mu's face, uneasy at heart, and said, "Young Master, they. .
. " "They will not die. " Shen Mu closed his eyes; suddenly he opened them again and said in a low, heavy voice, "Flood Dragon King Deity, you too take possession of me and lend me your power. With the power of god and demon alike I will cast the Soul-Pulling Invocation!
So long as their souls are not extinguished, I can summon them back!
" The Flood Dragon King Deity hesitated, then said, "Young Master, your mortal body may not be able to bear my power. I am not like these flood dragons — I am a deity, and they are not. When you borrow their power, your Divine Bridge Divine Treasury can still withstand it. But if you borrow mine — because the Divine Bridge is broken, the Divine Bridge Divine Treasury can never advance to the next realm; it will only be burst apart.
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. " Shen Mu said decisively, "When I tell you to possess me, you possess me! " Helpless, the Flood Dragon King Deity set down the bodies of the Old Daoist Master, the Old Tathagata and the rest, and said, "My Lord, I will transform into a great dragon and lie along your spine to support your fleshly body, so that it is not burst apart.
But the Divine Treasury I cannot protect. If you cannot bear it, My Lord, only say the word and I will withdraw my power.
" "Possess me! " The Flood Dragon King Deity's form shrank rapidly, becoming a slender sapphire-blue flood dragon some dozen feet long; with a whisk it clung to Shen Mu's back, and the dragon god gradually faded, turning upon Shen Mu's back into a sapphire-blue flood-dragon mark, like a tattoo.
Shen Mu activated the Dragon-Riding Formula, and at once the power of all the flood dragons was lent to him.