Chapter 535 — The Sword of Kalpa Fire
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 3 of 4
The black tiger god's whiskers lay flat against its face as it said: "To create a sword technique at your age is already quite remarkable. I have come on my lord's orders to bring you to him. He is in the midst of a brawl with someone and has need of you. Come with me."
Shen Mu was slightly startled, and could not help but grow excited: "The Woodcutter Sage wishes to see me?"
The black tiger god revealed its true form once more and said: "Did you not hear me? He is brawling with someone, and suddenly thought of you, and wants you to come. Get on my back. There are dangers along the way—many of the demon race—and you cannot get through on your own."
"The Woodcutter Sage is brawling with someone... bah, dueling with someone—what does he want me for?"
Shen Mu was perplexed, but he still leaped onto its back. Sang Hua hurriedly jumped up as well and said: "My father is at the front lines too. I will go find him!"
The tiger god, patterned in yellow and black, set off at a run toward the front lines, its speed extraordinary.
Though its body was immense, it was all sinew and muscle, and it ran without a sound, making no noise at all.
"Much faster than Fatty Long!"
Shen Mu clenched his fists, and felt a sudden ache in his heart. When the dragon qilin ran, though it was much faster than before, its steps were heavy and solid, and at full sprint it would crush even rocks to powder.
Sang Hua gazed at the dark, heavy night, a little worried at heart. They had already left the battlefield far behind, leaped past the front lines, and were racing toward Licheng, where the demon race dwelled. Many demon gods were gathered there, among them the true demon Furiluo!
When Licheng had fallen, it was Furiluo himself who had acted, unleashing demonic arts that buried countless people of Licheng, and even buried two true gods of Taihuang Heaven in his hands—his ferocious might was renowned!
This black tiger god had leaped past the vanguard army and was heading straight for Licheng—was it not courting death?
"How do the divine-arts practitioners of Taihuang Heaven determine whether someone has the makings of a true god?"
Shen Mu recalled something and asked the girl beside him: "How do they cultivate?"
Sang Hua suppressed the unease in her heart and said: "First, one looks at one's innate constitution. A spirit body that possesses the makings of a king will not have a poor constitution. If one can also have a renowned master to guide one, to impart true-god-level cultivation methods, and to train diligently, then the physical body can reach the level of a young true god. Beyond that, we of Taihuang Heaven have another trial, called the God-Suppressing Pagoda. Those who can walk out of the God-Suppressing Pagoda are considered to possess the makings of a true god."
Shen Mu blinked: "The God-Suppressing Pagoda? What sort of place is that?"
Before Sang Hua could speak, the black tiger god's voice came: "The God-Suppressing Pagoda is a treasure left behind from the Shanghuang era, used to test the achievements of the physical body. To clear the God-Suppressing Pagoda does not count as possessing the makings of a true god—it only counts as having a physical body that barely reaches the level of a young true god. Among those in Taihuang Heaven who have passed the God-Suppressing Pagoda, at most they possess half the makings of a true god. To become a true god is difficult beyond difficult—how could there be any principle that one becomes a true god simply by learning true-god cultivation methods and training diligently?"
Sang Hua could not help but ask curiously: "Senior, then how can one be considered to possess the true makings of a true god?"