Chapter 486 — Jet-Black Heart
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 4
Just now you worshipped me dead, and yet your soul-worship shamanic art has already yielded its mystery to me. The so-called soul-worship shamanic art does not worship the victim's souls into dissolution—it worships the three spiritual souls and seven corporeal souls asunder, forcing the seven corporeal souls to separate from the three spiritual souls. The people you have worshipped dead still have their souls intact; they are simply under your forcible control. Otherwise, how could so many wronged spirits be clinging to your body? Your shamanic art is merely an exceedingly ferocious soul technique! " Little Tathagata's body convulsed, and he murmured: "So that is how it is. " The many demon-clan eminent monks around him, who were shielding him and suppressing the soul that could shatter at any moment, suddenly understood as well, feeling as if the clouds had parted and the sun had emerged. The Buddhist path's arts and divine powers were different from all others; with their Buddha eyes they could see wronged spirits.
They had long noticed the countless resentful souls around Kui Wushen, and had thought that delivering Kui Wushen would be a monumental deed of merit, perhaps enough to break through the twenty heavens of the Buddha realm and win them Buddhahood.
Kui Wushen could worship anyone to death merely by knowing his name, scattering his soul—a truly extraordinary art—but they had never connected the wronged spirits coiled about Kui Wushen with his soul-worship shamanic art. Shen Mu's heart quivered too. Xing Han was truly remarkable!
Kui Wushen had worshipped him twice in all. The first time, Ban Gongcuo had driven the soul-worship shamanic art but failed to worship him dead. The second was that bow just now, which had directly "worshipped Xing Han dead. " After only two occasions, he had seen through the subtlety of Kui Wushen's soul-worship divine power!
Such talent, such insight—truly extraordinary! "His talent and insight are in no way inferior to Imperial Tutor Jingping's! What a pity this man spends all his energy searching for other near-god powerhouses and collecting their fleshly bodies.
Had he devoted all his energy to cultivation.
. . well, by now he would probably have died of old age anyway, since the Spirit Bridge is broken.
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wait a moment! " Shen Mu's body jolted, an incredulous look in his eyes. Imperial Tutor Jingping was the most gifted being Shen Mu had ever encountered. In reform and revolution, his boldness was unmatched; and before he ever launched his reforms, his name had already thundered across the world, earning him the tribute of the Old Tathagata and the Old Daoist Master as a sage who appeared once in five hundred years! The Imperial Tutor was now in his prime.
Then who had been the once-in-five-hundred-years sage before him?
"It couldn't be. . . " Shen Mu's expression turned odd.
Xing Han's talent and insight were so towering that only Imperial Tutor Jingping could rival him. Did that not mean the once-in-five-hundred-years sage of the Village Head's era was none other than Xing Han?
"Highly possible!
The Imperial Tutor also has a taste for collecting other people's body parts! " Shen Mu clenched his fists—Imperial Tutor Jingping had collected the Lame Elder's leg! Up in midair, Kui Wushen and Xing Han suddenly came to blows.
The darkness over Little Sumeru Mountain was torn open by their divine powers.
Kui Wushen could not worship him dead, but he was, after all, the primordial spirit of a deity—his cultivation and divine powers were fiercely formidable.