Chapter 612 — The Deduction of Starry Fate
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 4
Every one of the deities had three heads and six arms, their skeletons almost identical in form. They must have been of the same race!
The essence of their bones and of their divine and demonic weapons had all been drained away by the divine mountain, not a trace remaining; a light touch would reduce them to ash. Zhe Huali studied the three-headed, six-armed skeletons of the deities, frowned, and looked at Qi Jiuyi.
"Are these skeletons of the divine race from the Heavenly Court? " he asked in a low voice. Qi Jiuyi shook his head and lowered his voice. "I don't know either.
There are indeed some three-headed, six-armed gods and demons in the Heavenly Court, but they are not a race. And with so many three-headed deities fallen here, they likely did not come from the Heavenly Court.
This divine mountain.
. .
" He shook his head. "The one in the Heavenly Court is the real one.
This divine mountain should be a fake. Yet why is this mountain also so powerful? " He was somewhat bewildered.
Behind Zhe Huali, the demon blade's demon eye suddenly opened and scanned the surroundings, yet even the demon eye could see nothing. "You mean this divine mountain is also real? How could that be? " Zhe Huali asked, perplexed.
Qi Jiuyi looked up and saw that Shen Mu was walking fast, almost at the summit. He said hastily, "There's something strange about this divine mountain. Let's go up too - if there's any treasure, he'll beat us to it!
" The two hurried up, only to find Shen Mu standing motionless at the end of the stone steps.
They rushed to his side and saw a demon god standing before him, brows and beard bristling with fury, one hand resting on a three-pointed, two-edged blade, awe-inspiring. They looked up.
The demon god's face was fearsome even without anger, and he seemed to be watching them, as if the three-pointed, two-edged blade in his hand might come slashing down at any moment! Qi Jiuyi and Zhe Huali went rigid, not daring to move. Shen Mu let out a foul breath and shifted his steps, circling to the side of the demon god, where he saw another face. He walked a full circle around the demon god, who actually had four faces - front, back, left, and right. He laughed.
"Brothers, there's no need to worry.
He must have been dead a long time. When I climbed up here just now and saw the eyes of his rear face fixed on me, I froze with fright too, thinking I was about to die at his hands.
" Qi Jiuyi and Zhe Huali came back to their senses and each breathed a sigh of relief, their bodies drenched in cold sweat. Zhe Huali circled around and said in surprise, "A four-faced demon god? Could this be the former Venerable King?
Why is he standing here instead of entering the hall? " Shen Mu examined him closely. "Four faces - one more than Vajra. Could he practice the same cultivation method as Vajra?
Has Vajra not yet cultivated to his level? " Qi Jiuyi also circled the Venerable King with him, examining him closely.
"Perhaps not.
Vajra has ears growing on the back of his head; he has no fourth face. They must be of the same race but different breeds. Vajra's cultivation and strength would not be inferior to his.
. . The wound is here!
" He had found something and pointed at the four-faced Venerable King's neck.
Shen Mu looked and saw a faint, barely perceptible thin red line on the neck.
This Venerable King must have been struck down suddenly when he fought his way here - his throat had been slit! Shen Mu opened his mouth and exhaled a breath that turned into a great wind, blowing toward the four-faced Venerable King's head.
The head suddenly rolled off the neck, fell onto the stone steps, and shattered like porcelain. Then the Venerable King's tall, imposing body crumbled with astonishing speed, like a ceramic demon-god statue.
His body was already hollow, flesh and blood gone, nothing left but skin! The three-pointed, two-edged blade in his hand also shattered across the ground!