Chapter 526 — I Can Do It Myself!
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 4
An art he had grasped through bitter cultivation in the True Dragon's Lair, fused with the Mystic Body Three-Cinnabar Art, raising his fleshly body to a height it had never reached before.
This was his strongest physical divine power. His right hand, turned over, was yang; his left hand, laid flat, was the seal; in the turning and reversing, the two palms pressed center to center and went up to meet the First Ancestor's palm. The Yin-Yang Heaven-Flipping Hand!
This was the art of the Third Ancestor Human Emperor.
The Third Ancestor had taught him only the opening move, yet Shen Mu had drawn the rest by analogy and grasped a use for stacked palms.
Now he layered pure yin palm-force upon pure yang palm-force, pure yin and pure yang erupting at once, yin and yang converging—its might soared! Boom—Shen Mu staggered backward, then, left hand yang and right hand yin, met the First Ancestor's fist with stacked palms again; but before the power of this move could burst forth, the force hidden in the First Ancestor's fist shattered his yin and yang and blasted him away.
"The third-generation Human Emperor was a failure too.
Use his moves, and you are doomed to lose. " The First Ancestor's palm wind struck the ground, and Shen Mu, who had just landed, was shaken up into the air against his will, then smashed down by a seal and slammed prone against the floor.
Hum.
Two divine lights shot from the First Ancestor's eyes and hammered into Shen Mu. That terrible gaze seemed about to cut him in two at the waist, and the ground all around was scorched red.
Shen Mu rolled over and fled on flying feet from that gaze, weaving through the Human Emperor Hall like a swallow, divine light gathering in his eyes; two beams shot out and collided with the First Ancestor's gaze.
Bang. His sacred pupils were overwhelmed, and he was nailed to the wall.
"You have met him? " The First Ancestor Human Emperor withdrew his gaze and walked to the Third Ancestor's bookshelf.
He took down a book—the Third Ancestor's art—and said without expression, "Now you know: that Yin-Yang Heaven-Flipping Hand he spent a lifetime perfecting is good for nothing; it should long ago have been thrown into the privy!
The books he wrote are not even fit to wipe one's arse with. " Shen Mu slid down the wall, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, and watched the First Ancestor Human Emperor tearing books apart beside the shelf, his heart sinking. Never in his life had he met so powerful an opponent.
The realm the First Ancestor brought to bear was the same as his own—both had opened the Seven Stars Divine Treasury.
The only difference was that Shen Mu's Seven Stars Divine Treasury had already merged with the Six Realms Divine Treasury, so that no realm barrier remained in him, while in the First Ancestor the barrier still stood. On that point alone, Shen Mu's cultivation of vital essence already far exceeded the First Ancestor's—and yet when they truly crossed hands, it was nothing of the sort at all!
The First Ancestor seemed a man with no shortcoming in any respect.
He had not merged his divine treasuries, and yet in fleshly body he surpassed Shen Mu by far. He was like a true god in his youth: his fists, his legs, his muscles, his skin, the very hairs of his head, his bones, his tendons—all had reached an attainment beyond Shen Mu's.
His five viscera and six bowels were monstrously developed; the heart that drove the blood through his body beat with tremendous force, like a great bell tolling, sending qi and blood to every limb in a single instant and letting his dharma power circulate all the faster. His lungs drew long draughts, and wind and cloud rolled with every breath, letting them hold more air; his kidneys marshaled and harmonized the strength of his body, holding it in a state of utter stability.