Chapter 524 — Making Offerings to the Ancestral Spirits in the Hall of Human Emperors
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 4
"You are very strong. " Xing An turned around, his face calm. "You have roused in me the delight of the chase.
I can feel the vast battle strength within you—truly fearsome!
You may well be the most terrifying opponent I have met in recent years. " "Ah ah! " The old man's face crinkled like an orange peel; he grinned with great delight and made a couple of gestures.
Xing An could not understand them, and said flatly, "I very much wish to collect you. Show me your strongest means.
Let me see what you can do. " Boom— The furnace beside the old man blazed up, its flames soaring more than ten li into the sky.
Xing An immediately felt as though the very space were about to be scorched through, but the most terrifying thing was not that furnace—the threat came from within the unremarkable old man's body.
At the old man's dantian, a dazzling divine light burst forth, as though a small sun had suddenly exploded in his dantian, giving off incomparable energy! Xing An grew feverish with excitement. Then he saw a divine bridge spanning the void behind the old man; upon the bridge his primordial spirit, bird-headed and human-bodied, radiated incomparable heat, leapt up, strode across the bridge, and entered the Heavenly Court on the far side. Rumble!
The old man's magic power raged again, the blazing heat twisting space. Suddenly the chest opened of itself, and countless silver pellets flew out.
Those pellets flowed like water, clinging to the old man's body, in an instant transforming him into a general clad head to foot in silver armor. The silver light in his hands became two great hammers, and he brought one crashing down at Xing An! When that hammer fell, Xing An actually felt as though he had become stubborn iron on an anvil, about to be forged into whatever shape the old man desired!
"So strong!
Stronger even than the divine-realm dantians of all those strongmen I collected before! " Xing An was elated beyond reason. He raised a hand, and water ripples swirled; behind him rose the phantom of a vast ocean, waves roaring to the heavens. He took the blow head-on, and was blasted flying out of the little village. The old man strode after him in pursuit, the two great hammers rising and falling, swinging wide and free, attacking him madly.
The two fought among the mountain forests, battling without pause, and Xing An laughed aloud: "A fine body, a fine dantian! I will surely make you one of my collection!
The solitary yin cannot generate, the lone yang cannot grow.
Yours is the pure yang path—fierce, domineering—but it cannot last! Your ferocity lays too great a burden on your flesh, so great that your body cannot bear it—that is why you look so aged.
Unless you refine your body to the divine realm, you cannot withstand the divine might of the furnace in your dantian. Fight on, and you will surely exceed your body's limits. You will lose without question! " Just then the old man could keep it up no longer. He abruptly drew back his hammers, and the silver armor on his body clattered down to his feet, transforming into a silver horse. The old man smacked the horse and rode off. Xing An hastily gave chase. Suddenly the ground fell away beneath his feet: they had come into the space where the Ark of the Other Shore lay, surrounded by shattered fragments of the ark, enormous beyond measure. Xing An saw the silver horse beneath the old man gradually slow, and he knew that this man's dantian was too strong, already endangering his flesh, and that he could not hold out. So he chased after him again.
After a while, cold sweat broke out on Xing An's forehead. He had lost sight of the old man—and found himself trapped in this perilous place, with sealing glyphs and prohibitions everywhere in the air around him, making every step difficult.