Chapter 667 — The Crimson Emperor Beneath the Seal
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The Divine Son Chiming stared blankly ahead. The Crimson Emperor's Brain should have been blazing with ceaseless, flowing radiance, harboring the Crimson Emperor's thought and consciousness, his boundless insights and visions. And now—the Crimson Emperor's Brain had gone dark!
That giant brain, spanning several acres, no longer gleamed; it had sunk into blackness, without a single spark of light within. It meant the Crimson Emperor's thought was no longer here! If the Crimson Emperor's thought was not here, then where could it be?
He jerked his head around, sprang to his feet in one motion, and walked toward the hall doors with a dark face.
"Thief.
.
. " Killing intent rolled off him, and before he had even left the holy hall, the sky beyond was choked with dark clouds. Wind and rain, thunder and lightning raged; bolt after bolt crashed down from the black mass of cloud, tearing across the darkened heavens.
The wrath of a Divine Son was no small thing—truly, the heavens themselves changed color!
Yet when he reached the hall doors, his disordered mind slowly grew calm again. The thunder dwindled, then the wind and rain ceased, and the dark clouds thinned away. "Even I cannot walk free of the Crimson Emperor's thought labyrinth—so why was he not lost in it?
" The Divine Son Chiming lifted his foot and held it there, suspended, not letting it fall. "The Crimson Emperor's thought is immense beyond measure.
Even I could not bear it—and yet he could. Moreover, the Crimson Emperor's thought has remained here for fifty thousand years, and never once has any kin of mine earned its acknowledgment. Why did it acknowledge him? And what did the Crimson Emperor leave his thought here for? Why is even I unable to obtain the knowledge hidden within it? " His foot still hung in the air; his face shifted between light and shadow. Outside the hall the skies churned, now clear, now thick with cloud, now cloudless for ten thousand li, now flashing with lightning and cracking with thunder.
The Divine Son Chiming struggled without cease within himself. The Crimson Emperor's thought was the Crimson Emperor's own legacy, and it must never fall into the hands of an outsider or a foreign race! Yet if the thought had vanished, did that mean the Crimson Emperor had chosen Shen Mu?
Did that act hold some deeper meaning? "Libationer Shen does not represent Chiming! " His resolve hardened. His foot came down, and the holy mountain and the holy hall trembled faintly twice.
At that moment, Shen Mu was at the First Ancestor's side, examining his condition.
The First Ancestor, the Human Sovereign, had fallen into a coma.
He must have been struck by the Crimson Emperor's vast and terrifying consciousness when he touched the Crimson Emperor's thought, and his mind, unable to bear it, had fainted away. "This doesn't count as an injury. A little rest and he'll be fine. But what's strange is—why wasn't I struck unconscious by the Crimson Emperor's thought.
. .
" No sooner had Shen Mu thought this than he saw the sky change color. Startled, he hurried to drag the First Ancestor's body away—but the First Ancestor was a god, a god of the God-Slaying Platform realm. How could he possibly move him?
The wind and clouds shifted in the sky, and Shen Mu's expression shifted with them. The weather in the heavens was the Divine Son Chiming's mood: clear meant no killing intent, overcast meant murderous intent flooding the heavens. Those changes meant the Divine Son Chiming was locked in inner war, weighing whether to kill Shen Mu because the Crimson Emperor's thought had gone dark! "The Crimson Emperor's thought is of the utmost importance to the remnants of Chiming.
Once the Divine Son Chiming has weighed the gains and losses, he will surely be moved to kill! " Shen Mu kept dragging at the First Ancestor, but still could not shift him an inch.
Just then, the First Ancestor's right forefinger twitched. Shen Mu froze for an instant.