Chapter 694 — A Reckless Spree
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 4
I have fought the Gloom Capital's disciples before; their divine powers are not poor, but neither are they invincible.
I reckon few of the Gloom Capital's disciples here are truly the Yin Son of Heaven's own. If I do not fear the Yin Son of Heaven's disciples, how much less these. Your idea is a good one — perhaps this time we shall not only uncover the truth of the darkness, but settle the lingering threat once and for all! " The Kaihuang Divine Man grew only more bewildered, brush in hand, unsure whether he ought to go on writing.
Full of confidence, Shen Mu brought out the sword pellet. It floated before his chest; abruptly he splayed his five fingers, and from the pellet eight thousand swords flew out with a clang, like so many fine needles, every needle aimed at the center of the circle, not a hair out of place.
One after another the flying swords dropped from the bridge and plunged into the sea. Shen Mu walked forward and said gravely, "Senior, ahead lies nothing but cold steel. Though you wear a god's hide, you have no cultivation to command.
Leave this matter to me. Stay here and await good news.
I am going to make a little mischief before the gods and demons of the Gloom Capital! " The Kaihuang Divine Man grew all the more bewildered — then suddenly came to himself and hastily wrote out a passage, meaning to show it to Shen Mu; but Shen Mu had already gone far.
The Kaihuang Divine Man stood there blankly, holding up the sheet of paper, at a loss.
On the paper were written the words "Lure Lady Tianyin to attack them" — plainly worlds apart from the excellent plan Shen Mu had been praising so lavishly. Shen Mu peeled back the willow leaf at his brow and advanced without haste.
Beneath the bridge, numberless flying swords raced through the water below the surface, keeping pace with him as he went. And in the third eye at his brow, Shen Fengqing's great eyes emerged once more, peering about curiously, full of wonder at this dim world.
"So much good food. . . " Shen Mu drew the God-Slaying Mystic Saber from the Taotie Pouch and pressed his hand upon the box, his gaze flickering; he had come to the main gate of the palace cluster.
Two Daoist acolytes stood chatting by the gate. One said, "This Tianyin Realm is all gloom and darkness.
You are posted here for hundreds or thousands of years before your turn comes round again — bored out of your mind.
" The other laughed.
"If you are bored, you can always go to the Land of Pleasure.
Beauties of every kind are there, yours to use as you please, and skilled besides. Where in the Gloom Capital is there such a place of delight?
And if even that bores you, you can go kill a few of these corpse-ghosts of the Tianyin Realm. There is always some way to amuse yourself.
" "Well spoken, senior brother.
The Gloom Capital has no such gay world as that.
It is only that we stay in the Tianyin Realm so long we never see a living soul.
Eh? " The two acolytes guarding the gate suddenly caught sight of Shen Mu; their eyes went wide with bewilderment.
At that very moment two flying swords shot up from the sea, one from either side, and ran each of them through the temples. Before the two acolytes could come to their senses, their primordial spirits had been cut down by a single sword-stroke.
Eight thousand flying swords rose slowly from the sea, silent and soundless, skimming the ground, circling around Shen Mu as he walked into the palace cluster.
Behind him, a primordial spirit over ten zhang tall appeared without a sound, standing at his back, drifting forward in his wake. From all about that primordial spirit, countless threads of primal qi flew out to link with the eight thousand flying swords, controlling them by the spirit alone.