Chapter 475 — Crushing the Entire Field
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 4
He overestimated my strength, and I had no choice but to put on a calm and composed face.
You thought he and I were testing you — in truth it was simply that bastard acting on his own, and I was on tenterhooks the whole while. You lost a great many chances. " "That bastard again. . . " The Old Mother of True Heaven sighed, and the sword wound between her brows suddenly burst open.
She laughed: "But if you think that is enough to deal with me, you are far too shallow.
. .
" Imperial Preceptor Jingping's expression shifted slightly: what flowed from the wound between the Old Mother of True Heaven's brows was not blood, but sand.
The Old Mother of True Heaven smiled. The wounds at her brow and the back of her skull grew larger and larger, and more and more sand poured out. She chuckled: "Did you not know that the Myriad Gods Natural Art was created by me?
This desert, too, was made by me. To try to kill me in a place I created — you are dreaming!
" Her body collapsed with a thunderous crash, and the Old Mother of True Heaven's voice came from every direction: "I stood here against a dozen and more Dawn Boats and Soul Boats, and killed a dozen and more Sun Guardians and Moon Guardians. Do you take me for a fraud?
" Imperial Preceptor Jingping's figure shot up into the sky, heading straight for the Dawn Boat lying toppled in the desert. His sword came out in his hand, its light like the fabled Xiaolian blade: you see the shadow but not the light, the light but not the form; where there is shadow there is no light, where there is light there is no form! He thrust out a single sword strike, and before it reached the Dawn Boat, the enormous vessel suddenly seemed to come alive.
With a boom it lifted its legs and stood, chains clattering and shaking, and that black sun was shaken up out of the sand that had buried it, soaring into the sky. The black sun rolled through the air with an earth-shaking roar, crushing and compressing space itself, until thunderbolts cracked across the desert, crack-crack, lashing out in every direction!
The Dawn Boat charged at Imperial Preceptor Jingping. This colossal thing running through the desolate, empty desert gave one an absurd, distorted feeling.
"This is a masterpiece of the Ministry of Heavenly Works from the Kaihuang era! They thought they could forge a god's weapon by human hands, and give a mortal the power of a god!
" At the center of the Dawn Boat, among four massive pillars, a woman like a goddess rose slowly to her feet, her four arms gripping the four pillars tightly, and laughed with great relish: "But all they did was forge weapons for me! In the battle of the Flame Desert they were all but wiped out — every one of them died by my hand! " Whoosh— Desert flying serpents: countless grains of sand gathered together, and bodies of immeasurable girth burrowed this way and that through the desert, howling and surging like sand snakes of monstrous size, stirring up wind and waves as they charged at Imperial Preceptor Jingping! "Imperial Preceptor Jingping, do you feel it?
Do you feel my mana raging and surging upward?
" The Old Mother of True Heaven drove the Dawn Boat at a gallop and swung the black sun down at the onrushing Imperial Preceptor Jingping, laughing: "I will let you feel what true despair is! Eee-yah—ah—" A shrill, drawn-out sound came and echoed across the desert.
With it came a giant moving ship, a black sun howling as it swept in circles, and sand snakes of monstrous girth — all churning and battling around one tiny, tiny figure.
The scene shook heaven and earth. The Old Mother of True Heaven was savage beyond measure; her body was colossal, and the Dawn Boat more colossal still.