Chapter 486 — Jet-Black Heart
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 1 of 4
"No, that cannot be!
I clearly worshipped your soul to death—how can you possibly still be alive? " Kui Wushen eyed the Xing Han who had sat up, and said suspiciously: "Could it be you are not called Xing Han? No, that is not right either. With that one bow just now, I clearly saw your soul shatter and disperse. Once a soul has shattered and dispersed, it cannot possibly live!
What method did you use to gather your dissipated soul back together? You do have some real magic about you. . . " He circled around Xing Han once, and mused: "Just now I sensed your soul collapse, and then a strange soul crept out of that box and went back into your corpse, bringing you back to life.
Yet I have one doubt—once the soul is dead, even if another soul returns to your body, you are no longer yourself. How did you manage to preserve your own consciousness?
" Xing Han rose to his feet, looking up at Kui Wushen's primordial spirit with a strange glint in his eyes, and his steps began to move as well. Kui Wushen circled him, and he circled Kui Wushen, the two tracing orbits one large and one small, like two stars revolving around each other.
Xu Shenghua looked at Shen Mu, recalling the scene when he had been defeated by Shen Mu. Back then, Shen Mu had drawn him in with qi, suppressed him with momentum, and worn him down with the changing stances and footwork of his maneuvers. That time, Xu Shenghua had been routed—before a single blow was traded, he vomited blood and collapsed, wilted, to the ground.
In the end it was Shen Mu who treated him, leaving Xu Shenghua owing Shen Mu a mountain of debt and forcing him to earn money by hammering iron. What Kui Wushen and Xing Han were doing now was somewhat like Shen Mu's tactics back then, but far more profound. Xing Han stared at Kui Wushen and praised him endlessly: "What a treasure!
Kui Wushen, you are a truly wondrous treasure! In all my years of collecting primordial spirits, none has been as formidable as you.
Kui Wushen, you will be the crown jewel of my collection! " "Collect me? " The two had already risen from the ground into the air. Kui Wushen sneered: "Do you take me for a clay idol?
My dharma power is magnificent and boundless, my battle prowess fierce beyond measure.
I am no counterfeit god of the counterfeit Heavenly Court—I am a deity of the true Heavenly Court! I have toppled the old dynasties of the counterfeit Heavenly Court and destroyed countless mighty beings. Wherever I have passed, corpses litter the fields, seas of blood stretch without end! You are nothing but a little wretch practicing strange arts and exotic techniques, a fraud who swaggers and bluffs, like a street charlatan showing petty tricks. I know your trick. What flew out of that box just now was only the seven corporeal souls—not the three spiritual souls. Your spirit is still your own, but you seized another's seven corporeal souls. " Shen Mu's expression shifted slightly: "Xing Han's origin is the three spiritual souls? He cultivated the three spiritual souls into godhood? In that case, his three spiritual souls may not be hidden in the box.
" Xing Han's face shifted slightly, and he praised: "A fine treasure indeed. Kui Wushen, you make me admire you more and more.