Chapter 549 — Gone Like Smoke and Clouds
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"Ready?" The Black Tiger God was fairly dancing with excitement. "I am ready to rouse the power of the runes!"
Shen Mu nodded firmly. The Black Tiger God sent a surge of divine essence into the activation rune, and at once that rune lit up. The light flowed along the rune, kindling the others; then the light split in two, and like running water it lit up more and more runes!
A humming sound rose without cease. The light poured into the altar's interior, seeped out from within, ran across tier after tier, and kindled rune-seal after rune-seal upon the altar.
At last all the light flowed to the base of the altar and gathered there.
Hummm. A violent tremor ran through the air, and suddenly the whole altar rose tier by tier into the void, divided by its steps into more than nine hundred layers, each turning in a different direction, each turn a quarter circle; and after every turn, the runes of the different layers always locked together with perfect exactness, precision beyond compare!
Shen Mu and the Black Tiger God stood upon one of those tiers, elated beyond words, while below the altar the divine-ability practitioners of Taihuang Heaven and the deities standing in the air could not help but thrill with excitement.
The sight of that great engine of metal coming to life was truly magnificent, truly grand!
The altar turned on and on, and with every quarter turn, surges of spiritual power gushed forth. This spiritual power was the demon-breath and demon-nature within the demon primal soldiers, roused and set free!
Shen Mu and the Black Tiger God had calculated with meticulous care: once the barrier between the two worlds was breached and a funnel-shaped Bridge of Spiritual Power Exchange was raised, the energies of the two worlds would keep the bridge stable, and the passage would not easily collapse; and the demon-breath and demon-nature of the demon primal soldiers would be spent in this very blast.
The altar's layers revolved no one knew how many times, until the energy gathered to its utmost; then suddenly a black light shot up into the heavens, its surging might roaring and raging!
Thousands of divine-ability practitioners and the assembled gods, and Shen Mu and the Black Tiger God besides, all raised their heads to look up into the sky, smiling, and then the smiles froze on their faces.
In the sky, that black light, violent beyond measure, struck the half-sun; the half-sun was vaporized in an instant, vanishing into smoke and ashes within the black light!
The Black Tiger God's two pricked ears slapped flat against the back of his skull with a swish, and his mouth fell wide open. "We're done for... Junior Brother, is this stirring up trouble, or courting disaster?"
Beads of sweat the size of beans hung from Shen Mu's left eyelid and dropped onto his left cheek; then the sweat rolled down the youth's forehead like a waterfall, forming two curtains of water over his eyelids.
Shen Mu turned his neck with difficulty and looked at the Black Tiger God. The sweat rolling down the youth-shaped Black Tiger God's face was even more than his own, soaking his upper garment through.
"Senior Brother, look at the expressions on the faces below," Shen Mu said, his voice hoarse, pitched low.
"You look. I don't dare. I'm afraid they won't be able to hold back and will beat us to death... Do you think they'll beat us to death?"