Chapter 475 — Crushing the Entire Field
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 1 of 4
Imperial Preceptor Jingping cast an anxious look toward the Wasteland Ruins, as though he feared for Shen Mu's safety. Concern breeds confusion, and at last it made him betray himself.
The flaw the Old Mother of True Heaven had waited so long for was now before her eyes!
"Eee-yah—ah—" The Old Mother of True Heaven opened her mouth and loosed a strange shriek — shrill, drawn-out, grating on the ear.
Her mana erupted; countless muscles within her swelled, and in an instant they burst the skin that housed her, splitting it into pieces! Her flesh and sinew shot outward with a bang-bang-bang, growing with mad abandon.
Tian Siyu's body had never been her true form; now that she unleashed her mana completely and her divine might came surging out, it blew apart that small, womanly frame. At the same moment, the Flame Desert seemed to come alive.
For hundreds of li around, countless grains of flying sand streamed howling through the air, and the sand beneath Imperial Preceptor Jingping's feet turned into a vast, madly spinning maw that sucked him in and held him fast! The maw was like an abyss, and from it came a dreadful pull.
At the same time, countless grains of flying sand linked into lines, gathering into swords of sand that stabbed at the trapped Imperial Preceptor Jingping! The shriek had not yet died in the Old Mother of True Heaven's mouth when her body had already swelled to a height of a hundred zhang, like a giant whose crown touched the sky and whose feet were planted on the earth, her divine might flooding the heavens.
She had prepared long for this ambush, and now that she erupted, her overbearing aura truly filled the sky — utterly unlike the clinging, demure, virtuous and gentle Tian Siyu of the journey here. Overbearing aura is a phrase usually applied to men; but in the Western Lands, where women rule the roost, it fits a woman far better.
The Old Mother of True Heaven raised a hand, and the desert on either side all but heaved itself up, becoming two immeasurably thick and heavy walls that slammed with a thunderous roar toward Imperial Preceptor Jingping at the center! "Die!
" The word had barely left the Old Mother of True Heaven's mouth when a flash of sword-light came out of nowhere, entering the back of her skull and emerging from the point between her brows.
The Old Mother of True Heaven froze for a moment. The seething desert went suddenly still; the sand walls that towered hundreds of zhang high and a li thick collapsed all at once, pouring down as shifting sand, terrifying as a great flood.
And beneath Imperial Preceptor Jingping's feet, the spinning maw stopped turning and filled with running sand, and the sand swords all around him came crashing down.
"Where did this little wretch come from?
This is wine for the high god — is it yours to touch? " Imperial Preceptor Jingping turned his head and looked up at the awe-inspiring Old Mother of True Heaven, a hundred zhang tall, and said softly, "In the mural, the goddess whom Cult Master Shen kicked flying spoke that sentence.
It is nineteen characters in all. Along the way, Cult Master Shen spoke a great many words with you, and those nineteen characters — you spoke every one of them.
He is clever.
He knew that if he asked you outright to say that sentence, you would certainly change your tone and your manner; but if those nineteen characters were broken up and scattered among many sentences, you would never be on your guard. " The Old Mother of True Heaven's voice was hoarse as she rasped, "So from first to last, none of you ever believed me? " Imperial Preceptor Jingping's gaze was strange as he shook his head. "Cult Master Shen is bold to the point of recklessness. When he stuffed the Black Tortoise Pearl into your hand, even I was startled. Had you erupted then and there and roused the power of the Black Tortoise Pearl, I might not have been able to do anything about you.