Chapter 605 — Unfathomable Divine Powers
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 4
And below the altar, tens of thousands of demon soldiers, like a swarm of insects, were pouring upward, storming the summit! The deity at the top brandished his halberd; flash after dazzling flash of light cleaved down from the altar, sweeping wide arcs, and countless limbs spun through the air.
One man, one halberd, holding back tens of thousands of demon soldiers, killing until blood ran in rivers and stained the altar crimson, gore streaming down the steps tier after tier. Whirr, whirr, whirr—wave after wave, the halberd rent the air.
Corpses had piled up across every tier, yet the other demons, reckless of death, kept surging like the tide, madly climbing toward the summit to take down that deity. "Granny, these demons are only ordinary power-wielders.
They cannot possibly be a match for this deity.
" Shen Mu watched with growing doubt and asked, "Why are they throwing their lives away like this? " Granny Zhu was somewhat puzzled as well. These demons were indeed only feeding themselves to death; even a master of the Divine Bridge realm among them would be far from a match for the deity.
That deity was one of the twenty-four gods the Woodcutter Sage had invited.
His strength was immense—though below the caliber of the Woodcutter Sage or Vajra, he was still a remarkable master among gods.
Even if more demon power-wielders came flooding in, they could not kill him! "Vajra cannot be this foolish.
" Granny Zhu pondered. "Then what are these demons hoping to gain by charging to their deaths one after another?
They cannot consume much of this deity's strength.
.
. unless a demon god is hidden among them? " Shen Mu fixed his gaze; his third eye saw with perfect clarity into the divine treasuries of every demon rushing that way, and found no demon god concealed among them.
"This is. .
.
a blood sacrifice! " Realization struck him, and he cried out, "Vajra means to use a blood sacrifice to summon the descent of some dreadful existence!
A demon god must be somewhere nearby, preparing to cast the rite! " The words had barely left his mouth when the gore upon the altar abruptly ceased to flow. All the corpses and the bodies of the living demons stiffened and, of their own accord, floated up into the air; then, in a single instant, dead and living alike dissolved—flesh, blood, bone, even their primordial spirits—all shattered into the finest particles, transformed into a river of blood wheeling around the altar and the deity upon it! Atop the altar, the deity swung his halberd as terrifying divine might erupted. His halberd forms were exquisite, his spells and divine arts appallingly powerful—and yet he could not break the sacrifice!
Shen Mu at once cast his gaze about him, searching ever farther, trying to find the demon god who was even now sacrificing his own kin! To preside over a blood sacrifice of flesh and bone, the demon god would have to direct it in person; he must be nearby.
Granny Zhu came to the same realization and swept the area with her eyes. She had already built within her own body a network of origin-qi circulation, one that incorporated the Blind Elder's sacred eye.
In the divine art of the eye, it was almost the same as the Blind Elder's Nine Heavens Gazing Method, only not as accomplished.
Even so, driving the sacred eye with her Divine Realm cultivation, her sight was terrifyingly sharp.
Yet after one full sweep, she could not find where the demon god directing the sacrifice was hiding. "If only I'd thought to bring the Blind Elder!
" Granny Zhu was growing anxious.
But at that very moment, Shen Mu at her side gave a low cry: "Granny, I found him!
" Granny Zhu started slightly and, without stopping to think, asked hurriedly, "Where?
" Shen Mu raised his hand and pointed to the space above the altar.
Granny Zhu hastily looked, but all she could see was the blood river whirling in a circle high above, howling as it spun around the altar—she still could not see where that demon god was.