Chapter 587 — The Demon Race's Tempered Body
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" The Blind Elder praised him: "Silent Craftsman really does know more. And after that? " Silent Craftsman breathed out another ring of smoke, which became a Jade Pool. The Deaf Elder went on: "The third realm is called the Jade Pool, also the Heavenly Pool or the Jade Terrace.
It is the Heavenly God.
" Silent Craftsman's smoke became a terrace of slaughter, a holy place too, but heavy with the aura of killing, so that one glance at it made a man shiver. The Deaf Elder said, "The fourth realm is called the God-Slaying Terrace.
There is great peril there; fail to pass and you're dead as a doornail. " Silent Craftsman's smoke became a fifth image, and this image was a stretch of palaces.
The Deaf Elder continued: "This holy place is called the Jade Capital, the imperial city where the Heavenly Emperor dwells.
The Jade Capital should be the fifth realm of the gods.
" Silent Craftsman breathed out yet another ring of smoke, which became the Lingxiao Hall. The Deaf Elder said, "This is the Lingxiao Hall that Zai Fu saw.
The sixth realm is most likely called Lingxiao. " The crowd looked on as Silent Craftsman spat a mouthful of smoke into the Lingxiao Hall, where it became the Throne.
The Throne must be the seventh realm. Bashan looked at the Deaf Elder, then at Silent Craftsman, suspicion in his heart, and said in a low voice, "Junior Brother, what on earth did Uncle-Master Silent Craftsman say?
" Shen Mu said quietly, "The same as Grandpa Deaf said. " Bashan scratched his head, deeply puzzled.
"How does Uncle-Master Silent Craftsman know so much?
These divine ability users of Taihuang Heaven don't seem to know the later realms either. How is he so thoroughly acquainted with the realms of the gods? " Shen Mu said helplessly, "In our village, Grandpa Silent Craftsman knows the most - he just talks little, and has never liked to wag his tongue.
My guess is that he is most likely a descendant of the Heavenly Craftsman God Clan, and that the secrets he knows may come from the Other Shore Ark. . .
" Night fell, and the divine ability users of every faction in the watchtower settled down to rest. Shen Mu accompanied Grandmother Zhu, the Blind Elder, and the others out of the watchtower to inspect the ruins of Wuwang City.
The Battle of Wuwang City must have been exceedingly savage. Taihuang Heaven had sixty-four divine cities; though the Demon Race attacked them and the fighting was cruelly bitter, most of the divine cities survived, and few were utterly destroyed by war - Wuwang City was one of them. Though only ruins remained, broken walls and fallen pillars everywhere, one could still see from the ruins how extraordinary this divine city had once been.
Here there still lingered the residual waves of divine ability left by a great battle of gods and demons long ago. The residue had sunk into stillness, like drifting clouds of sunset glow, giving off a faint, eerie light in the darkness.
Some of the residue was dazzling, like lotuses glowing faintly in the dark, appearing among the rubble. One by one the quiet lotuses bloomed slowly in the rubble, drawing those who strayed here to come and admire and pick them - yet touch them, and the divine power of gods and demons would be triggered! If the might of that residual divine ability were to erupt, it would surely be terrifying beyond measure; to grind a strong man of the Heaven-Man realm or the Life-and-Death realm to powder would be no trouble at all! The residue in the ruins was not only lotuses but all manner of things: stands of forest, lush meadows, birds and beasts, white foxes and vermilion birds, and things that looked like the treasures of gods and demons - flying swords, pagodas, great cauldrons.
They looked like treasures, but touch them and you would find no place for your burial. Shen Mu looked around.