Chapter 690 — The Primal Origin of Darkness
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 4
It had always prized its own rice bowl above all else. "Jump down from the Soul Spring, and you are within the Star Sea.
The Star Sea is a most peculiar thing—it can carry you swiftly to the Dawn Spring.
" Yan Jingjing said, "That way we can spare ourselves half a month of travel.
" Shen Mu was deeply curious about the Star Sea, and asked, "Do you know where the Star Sea came from? " Yan Jingjing said, "Grandpa Clan Chief does not understand it well either. He only heard that the Star Sea is a treasure that has not yet taken shape, forged by a mighty one of the Kaihuang Era.
Before it was finished, they moved away to Wuyou Township. " They stood on the Dragon Qilin's back, and the Dragon Qilin dove into the Soul Spring.
The light grew ever more brilliant, and soon they came to a vast and empty underground world. Shen Mu said, "A treasure that has not yet taken shape?
But I clearly saw many divine weapons flying through those stars—how can it be a treasure? " He had once seen a terrifying sword core in the underground Star Sea, bursting with five-colored flying swords that were released and recalled at will—a thing of dreadful power.
Suddenly both their gazes went blank. A great chasm ran north to south, cutting straight across the underground Star Sea, blocking the way between the Dawn Spring and the Soul Spring exactly!
Countless stars in the Star Sea formed a river of stars; one after another they crashed against it, hammering the underground chasm until it cracked apart without cease. The river of stars had punched hole after hole clean through it!
The river of stars still revolved around the two wells, but the stars within it were no longer stars—they were treasure after treasure wreathed in divine might, hurtling madly through the air, and the whistling of their passage came without pause. That chasm must be the portion of Taihuang Heaven that had been smashed into the depths of the Desolate Ruins. It had been pierced through by the "stars" of the Star Sea—and those stars were not true stars either, but treasures that had already taken shape.
These treasures flew by their own power at terrifying speed, now and then unleashing their divine might—a thing most dreadful. The giant sword core Shen Mu had seen on his last visit here was among them. That sword core flew at a horrifying pace, and all around it burst forth flying swords of every color, like a star that raced through the heavens trailing edges of light!
The other treasures likewise flared with power from time to time; the might of one treasure clashed against another, as though each borrowed the other's strength to temper itself! "My heavens. .
. " Shen Mu stared, eyes glazed, at the unspeakably dreadful spectacle before him, and murmured, "This truly is the forging of a treasure—only I do not know what treasure is being forged.
If it is ever completed, I fear it will be many times more terrible than the Chiming Heaven-Shaking Tower. .
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" Yan Jingjing said, "We cannot pass through here. One careless step on that road and we will die with no place to be buried. " Shen Mu nodded. The scene was too horrifying; even Taihuang Heaven had been pierced through with ease.
If they charged in, they would likely be blasted into scattered soul and spirit by those treasures! "Who is forging these treasures?
By the look of it, they are close to ripening. .
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" Doubts churned in his heart. He ordered the Dragon Qilin to emerge from the Soul Spring, thinking, "Strange, when you think about it—the depths of the Desolate Ruins seem to hold a great many bizarre treasures. Beneath the Shenduan Mountains lies buried a divine blade of immense size, no less than a hundred thousand li from north to south. And here there is a river of stars this dreadful, every star of it a divine weapon. .