Chapter 730 — A Paintbrush Cannot Capture Its Spirit
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
"If even Brahma is not the self, how could I cast my life away for a heavenly palace?
" Shen Mu parted the willow-leaf mark between his brows, shook his body, and manifested three heads and six arms. The three vertical eyes on his forehead blazed with golden light, and his three faces beamed with joy as he laughed: "Mountain moon through pines shatters gold; river wind over water drives snow to avalanche!
Once I trample through the gate of Heaven's tower, I sit in the ancestral court and laugh at heroes!
" "Good! " A descendant of the gods cried out, his heart and spirit surging, unable to contain himself.
His song was bold and free, fusing everyone's essential spirit into one, leading the godly descendants onward.
Their spirits linked and their wills united, they actually managed to hold firm against the pressure of the Southern Heaven Gate, their qi and blood surging behind them like a vast sea, a blood sea heaving with waves. At this moment, the old farmer leading the ox had already arrived at the Lingxiao Treasure Hall of the Heavenly Palace and was about to step inside when suddenly his heart sensed something; he turned and looked back, and saw blood light shooting straight into the clouds from the Southern Heaven Gate, its aura clashing against Douniu Palace and shaking the stars!
The old farmer was astonished, watching the scene: beneath the Southern Heaven Gate, Shen Mu led the crowd striding forward, and their bodies gradually grew taller and taller, until the pressure of the Southern Heaven Gate had no effect on them at all! "Master," the old ox spoke, "this one-hundred-and-seventh-generation descendant of Kaihuang seems quite extraordinary.
His power to move others is strong, and he has the breast of a true hero, rather like Kaihuang in his day. In the past, only a very few could pass through the Southern Heaven Gate; now that he has come, there may be dozens who cross it.
" "The Southern Heaven Gate is only the first trial; the real danger still lies ahead.
" The old farmer's face was expressionless. He turned and walked into the Lingxiao Treasure Hall, saying, "This pass, the Lingxiao Hall, you shall guard. I want to see whether he can fight his way in!
" The old ox rose onto its hind legs, gave its body a shake, and the azure dragon scales all over it flowed with a clatter as it laughed: "Master is bullying them.
But unless one topples you, who could ascend to the Heavenly Palace while lacking an entire realm?
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