Chapter 669 — The Immortal Consciousness of the Three Primordial Spirits
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 1 of 5
"What a splendid idea! If I eat them all, Mother won't know anyone was ever here, and she won't scold me for doing something bad!"
The infant was manic with glee. Suddenly, countless suspended-realm deities came flying from all directions. Seeing the holy mountain's peak blown apart and the sacred halls shattered to dust, they were seized with shock and fury, and charged madly at the infant.
The suspended realm had no shortage of deities. Though for fifty thousand years there had been no enemies, and the cultivators of the suspended realm progressed slowly compared to the fiercely competitive outer world, fifty thousand years had still accumulated no small number of gods. Add to that the deities surviving from the Crimson Bright Era, and their numbers approached ten thousand. Such a multitude of gods and demons surging forth was an earth-shaking, magnificent spectacle — a veritable war of gods and demons!
Many more gods and demons of the suspended realm were evacuating the common folk from the Divine City, lest they perish in the aftermath of battle. These deities guarded the people as they fled the city at breakneck speed.
The Crimson Bright Era took physical cultivation as its path, tempering bodies to tremendous toughness, and thus its adherents attained the highest mastery in physical divine abilities. They typically practiced combat-technique lineages — close-quarters brawling, overwhelming all methods with sheer force — and so their battles were exceedingly ferocious.
Nearly ten thousand gods and demons came killing their way over, swiftly forming battle formations in the air. The Crimson Bright Divine Son hovered aloft, his body battered and broken, personally directing the formations. He bellowed, "Lure him into the sky! Use the Crimson Emperor's Eyes against him!"
The infant looked at the gods swarming toward him and was thrilled beyond measure. He rushed forward: "A smaller spectacle than in Youdu, but still good for a bit of play!"
Within the Shen Character Continent, the Heavenly Duke's clone, the Crimson Emperor, and Shen Mu sat rigidly, all three wearing grave expressions.
The Heavenly Duke said, "How strong is he? He is the first womb-born spirit ever to emerge from Youdu — heaven-favored, uniquely endowed. When he was born, he absorbed nearly half of all the resentment, grudges, and demonic nature that Youdu had accumulated over ages. Even the Earth Earl could do nothing with such foul qi, yet he absorbed it. That is why he has no realm divisions. Just as I and the Earth Earl have no realms either."
The Crimson Emperor frowned. "If battle prowess corresponds to cultivation realm, then what realm does he belong to?"
The Heavenly Duke's clone pondered a moment, then said, "Roughly equivalent to the Lingxiao level. However..."
He frowned and did not continue.
The Crimson Emperor waited a while, then could not help asking, "Daoist brother, what is it that you cannot say?"
The Heavenly Duke sighed. "Nineteen years ago — well, nearly twenty now — when he was born, he wreaked havoc in Youdu. Out of curiosity, I split off a thread of consciousness and entered Youdu to watch the commotion. Many ancient beings also entered Youdu at the time; the uproar was tremendous. At first the Heavenly Court was besieging him, but then he devoured thousands upon thousands of heavenly soldiers and ghost generals, and he and his mother and the others were driven ever deeper into Youdu. Later, having eaten so much, the Heavenly Court's forces in Youdu could no longer match him, and he smashed a great deal of the ancient beings' interests in Youdu as well. So these giants could sit still no longer. You should know a few of these ancient beings."
The Crimson Emperor shook his head. "I rarely went to Youdu. I know few there."