Chapter 679 — Righteousness Is Its Root
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 4
Beside the Spirit-Energy Transfer Bridge, Shen Mu stared blankly as Luofu Heaven descended from the sky, as Li City, that divine city long baptized in war, was crushed to powder beneath it. The flood of Taihuang Heaven's power-wielders surging in were frantically squeezing toward the Spirit-Energy Transfer Bridge; even he was jostled until he could not keep his footing.
The people trampling one another had no comradeship left; in that instant every one of them was only trying to save his own life.
"Shen'er!
" The Village Head, Granny Zhu, and the others forced their way through the crowd toward him. Shen Mu turned his head amid the heaving mass and managed to force out a faint smile: "I'm fine.
Really. " Where Luofu Heaven fell, the earth was like glazed crystal struck by a heavy weight; whole swaths of land cracked and flew up. From the fissures poured crimson magma.
The sight made the earth seem so soft, so fragile, lifted into the air like waves, surging and rippling in every direction. Those were walls of soil and mountain stone a thousand li high, or rather, waves mingled with magma and flame; even peaks ten thousand fathoms tall became a mere inconsequential splash within the waves.
The hurricane born of the collision was sweeping out, annihilating everything; lightning had become the most violent rain, blown outward with the wind, rushing with terrible speed toward every corner of Taihuang Heaven. A mushroom cloud of flame was rising into the sky, and soon it struck near the suns that the Imperial Preceptor of Jingping and Jingping's power-wielders had labored so hard to forge. Those two suns were like paper effigies, torn to pieces in the blast.
"Shen'er, go!
" The Village Head and the others shouted: "Get onto the Transfer Bridge, in this, you cannot survive!
" Shen Mu stared dumbly at the scene. Granny Zhu shoved through the crowd, seized his hand, and without another word dragged him toward the Transfer Bridge. The bridge was crowded everywhere with people, all of them scrambling madly upward, crushing and trampling one another.
Dragged by Granny Zhu, Shen Mu stumbled up the climb. He looked back, his gaze somewhat dazed. He saw god after god, demon after demon, around the great collision of heaven and earth, doing all in their power to hold back that world-ending impact, trying to win the people here a chance at escape.
The gods and demons of Taihuang Heaven and the Suspended Void Realm were shattered in a radiance unbearably bright; the light seared the flesh of the deities, set them aflame, evaporated them, reduced them to nothing! Even gods and demons were so utterly insignificant before this world-destroying power.
He could not see the demon race on the other side, for Luofu Heaven blocked his view, but surely on that side too a host of demon gods were roaring, fighting desperately, trying to hold back the shockwave of the collision and win their people a thread of life.
They knew full well that even as demon gods they had no power to resist, yet for the sake of their people they were willing to stake their lives. "I'm fine, I'm fine. .
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" Shen Mu murmured.
Taihuang Heaven was finished; those who had not had time to withdraw were finished; and the demon race, who had warred with them for twenty thousand years, was probably finished too. Then he saw the First Ancestor Human Emperor, the man who had fled in that battle of life and death twenty thousand years ago, now descending from the sky, landing before the place where the two worlds collided.
The First Ancestor was resisting the mutually annihilating energies of the two colliding worlds, buying time for the Spirit-Energy Transfer Bridge. His cultivation art was the Heaven-and-Earth Heart Sacred Formula; his seal art was the Heaven-and-Earth Seal Art.