Chapter 747 — Clash of the Youth and the Sovereign
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 3 of 5
The next moment, countless thunderbolts crossed and clashed, crack-crack crashing down through midair, lightning falling like rain! "Your divine arts are not bad.
" Below, Kaihuang suddenly put forth his strength and charged at Shen Mu, sneering: "But your understanding of divine arts is far from enough!
" His palms turned and flew; his divine arts drew inward and hid within a single palm, drifting as his sleeves fluttered, while countless tiny divine arts spun ceaselessly around him. He was the founder of an age.
Though he was still in the youth of his life, his great talent and overbearing strategy were displayed without reserve; the grandest and most fascinating divine arts of the Kaihuang era were of his creation, and they propped up an entire age! He was the creator of the most original version of the "Mystic Body Three Elixirs Art" that Shen Mu cultivated; the countless divine arts within the Great Nurturing Nether-Demon Scripture had myriad ways of ordering, and all of them were sorted out by the Woodcutter from Kaihuang's divine arts.
In the long gallery of his father Qin Hanzhen's treasure ship, Shen Mu had learned the method of highly condensing the power of divine arts — and that method began with Kaihuang.
The power a divine art released could destroy all within ten li and more; to gather such magnificent force into a tiny space, and then let it burst forth, wrought damage upon a foe beyond all reckoning! Shen Mu gave a long whistle.
Other men had seven divine treasuries; his own numbered as many as fourteen, divided into the two great kinds, god and demon.
Apart from the Life-and-Death treasury and the Divine Bridge treasury, which remained unopened, all his other treasuries had been opened, ten in all.
And those ten treasuries he had already refined into one. His vital essence hung like a waterfall turned upside down, coursing through that one magnificent treasury like so many pillars of qi or surging floods, a thousand strands and a hundred channels, roaring as they ran, threading through the heaven and earth of the treasury. Because his treasuries were one, his vital essence ran faster than Kaihuang's, fiercer, its bursting power stronger, its might greater!
Though he was inferior to Kaihuang in divine arts, in a head-on clash he feared nothing at all! The two crashed together with a roar; the power of their divine arts burst forth in the instant of collision.
Beneath their feet the white jade flagstones floated up in that instant, and with the two as the center, block by block, ring upon ring, they were heaved aloft; the divine art practitioners standing far off were lifted on the flagstones beneath their own feet and, unable to help themselves, tumbled outward! Bang, bang, bang — countless violent blows burst out in an instant like linked thunder; amid the roaring of that storm two figures were flung away, swift as comets striking the earth, and crashed thunderously into the walls of two great halls a hundred li apart.
And in the sky, the two towering primordial spirits moved swift as light, swift as lightning, hurling every kind of divine art at each other as though they cared nothing for their lives, tracing dazzling streaks of light and shadow across the heavens. In the sky, light and shadow interlaced and every kind of wonder burst forth: galloping dragons, soaring phoenixes, tens of thousands of flying swords, sabers that clove the sky, fist seals like mountains, vast long rivers, spinning great bells.
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. And with those wonders came wondrous sounds of every kind — the Dao-sounds that issue when divine arts burst forth!
Then the roofs of those two great halls blew apart with a crash; Shen Mu and Kaihuang shot up into the sky, each landing with a swish upon a hall, facing each other across a hundred li.
Their gazes met.