Chapter 667 — The Crimson Emperor Beneath the Seal
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The Divine Son Chiming returned to the front of the holy hall on the holy mountain, the middle head still lolling backward, blood spilling ceaselessly from its mouth along with fragments of bone—the cervical bones of the broken neck. Once he had spat out the fragments, the middle neck began slowly to straighten, and the middle head rose.
The wound in the neck healed at a furious pace. The Chiming era's mastery of the art of fleshy creation was truly extraordinary—a thing to be envied! The reason Shen Mu had been so captivated by the Wheel of Creation—beyond its near-invincible power—was that he had seen the strength of the art of fleshy creation.
The fragments of bone at the Divine Son Chiming's waist were working their way out of the wound as well, one after another. His injuries were grave; the First Ancestor had struck by surprise, catching him unprepared, and had dealt him a heavy wound despite being a full realm below him. Against any other god, such a blow would surely have meant death or crippling injury—but for him, the damage remained within bounds he could control. As for the wounds to his primordial spirit and divine treasury—grave as they were, compared to the First Ancestor, the Human Sovereign, he had already won. "In your hands, the God-Slaying Mystic Blade poses no threat at all to a god of my caliber—one of the Jade Capital realm.
" The Divine Son Chiming raised his palm from afar, and the earth swelled up, lifting Shen Mu and the First Ancestor into the air, turning into a pillar of stone—and the pillar spun, keeping Shen Mu's back turned to him. Shen Mu hurried to turn, but no matter how he turned, no matter how fast he spun, his back remained toward the Divine Son Chiming!
He could not lock onto the Divine Son Chiming with the God-Slaying Mystic Blade at all! Cold sweat broke out on Shen Mu's brow.
The God-Slaying Mystic Blade was, one might say, his greatest reliance—and now that reliance was utterly useless! The Divine Son Chiming had used the simplest method to break the God-Slaying Mystic Blade outright! Many gods of the Void Realm flew over from all around.
Seeing this, they all hesitated, not daring to approach. Suddenly Shen Mu dropped the God-Slaying Mystic Blade and stabbed a finger at his brow.
"Other me, come out!
" His brow's vertical eye gave no response—though the finger jab hurt a great deal. Shen Mu shouted, "Unseal!
" Still nothing at his brow.
"Shen Fengqing? " Shen Mu ventured.
Still no response. Shen Mu blinked, then raged, "When I don't need you, you're always jumping out to make trouble.
Now that I do need you, you won't even answer!
What use are you?
" Deep within his third eye, within the seal of the Shen-Character Continent, the three-eyed giant infant Shen Fengqing wore a look of shock.
For at the infant's neck, another head had grown—a head utterly unlike Shen Mu's features as a child!
The Crimson Emperor's head.
The giant infant stood. The white-robed, white-haired old man beneath him scrambled away for his life. The infant raised his plump fists and hammered madly at the head upon his own neck.
Bang, bang, bang, bang—after a storm of blows, a middle-aged emperor of extraordinary bearing was driven out of his body, though beaten black and blue, sprawled on the ground. The middle-aged emperor was both startled and furious. He rose at once, about to counterattack, when he suddenly took in his surroundings and could not help but be badly frightened.
"The Lord of Heaven, Great Brahma, and the Earth Lord's Seal!
Where is this? How did I come to be here? "