Chapter 707 — The Subterranean Demon Altar Traps Two Heroes
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He abruptly manifested his nine heads and peered in every direction, then opened his mouth and spat phoenix fire to burn the mirror-surfaces on both sides—yet the mirrors did not even turn red, let alone show the slightest sign of melting! "Is this still the lower realm? " Qi Jiuyi laughed in fury. "Does the lower realm possess anything this impressive?
Can the clod. . .
the people of the lower realm have forging skill of this caliber?
" "A Heavenly Court hick.
You know nothing," said the Dragon Qilin, rolling his eyes at him. Qi Jiuyi was furious.
He, the darling of heaven of the Heavenly Court, disciple to two Emperor-throne beings, was actually being sneered at by this creature? Shen Mu tried his own Heavenly Fire divine ability to melt the mirror-surfaces, but like Qi Jiuyi, he reaped nothing. "This world has to have an end, doesn't it?
" They pressed on. Yet to their disappointment, no matter how far they walked, ahead of them still stretched the two parallel mirror-surfaces, seemingly without end. They walked for none knew how long, until despair nearly swallowed their hearts, until the Dragon Qilin no longer had the will to move and only wanted to lie flat on the ground.
Shen Mu took hold of his tail in one hand and dragged him along. The mirror-surface was slippery, and it cost no great effort. Qi Jiuyi followed behind the Dragon Qilin with a vacant gaze.
All he could see was the Dragon Qilin's great head and whole body flattened against the mirror, his eyes void of spirit, dragged along by the tail in Shen Mu's hand.
"There can be no end to this. .
.
" Qi Jiuyi gave a ghastly smile, saying, "We must have walked for two years by now, and there is still no end! Never mind a space as small as the inside of a blade—in two years, you could walk to the very end of the Heavenly Court, couldn't you?
" Shen Mu said nothing and simply kept walking in one direction. "Two years.
Our bodies are dead by now, aren't they?
" Qi Jiuyi was showing signs of cracking. He chuckled, "Right now, the bodies we left outside the blade must have already rotted away.
Flies circle around us, maggots gnaw at our flesh inside our corpses, our bodies stink to high heaven. .
. " "Shut up!
" Shen Mu bellowed, his face dark. The Dragon Qilin drowsily opened his eyes and said with his last breath, "Shut up, nine-headed bird-man. .
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" Qi Jiuyi flew into a rage and sneered, "The two of you, master and servant, think you can bully me! Don't forget—you've been dead just as long as I have. Two years!
Heh, in this freakish world, it doesn't matter whether you're a noble scion of the Heavenly Court or an emperor of the mortal realm—every one of us will be trapped here until we die, until our primordial spirits are ground away to nothing!
I should never have listened to that old Black Emperor and come to Jingping to send down tribulations on you bastards!
I should never have come to this broken-down place to seize you, you vile wretch! Damn the Nether Capital! Damn the Black Emperor! " He cursed without stopping, his mind in complete collapse.
Shen Mu was affected by his negativity, and his own spirit showed signs of cracking.
Wicked thoughts rose in him: "Let me just kill this jabbering Qi Jiuyi first. .
. " Just at that moment, the two layers of mirror ahead of them abruptly broke off. Shen Mu's face went blank. He halted abruptly and stared dully at the broken edge of the mirror. Where the mirror ended, there was a space of darkness, touching neither sky above nor earth below, and a flight of white jade slabs was laid out with great regularity through the blackness, extending deep into the dark with no end in sight. Where they led, none could tell. "A road! " Shen Mu wept for joy, swung the Dragon Qilin up, and slammed him hard against the ground.
He swung him up and slammed him down again, laughing, "Fatty Dragon, wake up!
There's a road! " The Dragon Qilin, battered dizzy, hastily cried, "I'm awake! I'm awake!