Chapter 817 — The Heavenly Lord Bestows Blessings
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Soon, the two finally began tackling the Heavenly Emperor's blessing. This was the most difficult blessing of all. Their speed gradually slowed, and every sword stroke, every axe blow became extremely slow, extremely heavy.
They advanced haltingly, lifting the light as though it were heavy. Each strike took longer and longer. Steam rose from their bodies, transforming into cloud vapor, and their vital energies grew more and more vigorous.
Two days later, beads of blood seeped from the surface of the Imperial Preceptor of Jingping's skin, and two streams of bloody tears ran down the Woodcutter's face. His hair had turned grizzled.
The Heavenly Emperor's blessing was simply too powerful; it forced their intelligence to its absolute limit. Their brains operated at a terrifying speed. And this was still with the profundities of the runes within the Heavenly Emperor's blessing already grasped. Had they known nothing at all, they likely could not have even begun.
Another two days passed. The Woodcutter's breath grew feeble, while the Imperial Preceptor of Jingping, being younger and having gained more and more insights while dismantling the Heavenly Emperor's blessing, saw his vital energies increase rather than diminish.
At last, the two broke apart the halo formed by the Heavenly Emperor's blessing!
Blood seeped from the corner of the Woodcutter's mouth as he withdrew. He said, "Bai Gui, can you handle the remaining blessings alone?"
"I can try!"
The Imperial Preceptor of Jingping let out a long cry, and his figure abruptly accelerated, transforming into streaks of afterimage. In that moment it seemed as though countless Imperial Preceptors of Jingping appeared around the Heavenly Venerable Yu, more and more of them, each performing a different sword technique, stabbing at the halos on the back of the Heavenly Venerable Yu's head. Radiance of every color erupted, dazzling and multicolored!
Di Yiyue, the Scholar, the Old Farmer, and the others grew anxious.
The blessings they had broken earlier—the Heavenly Duke and Tubo would not obstruct, and the Earth Mother and Heavenly Emperor were dead. But now only the Imperial Preceptor of Jingping remained, and the ancient gods of those blessings might yet be alive!
Abruptly, the Emperor's Consort's blessing shattered with a pop. A few breaths later, the blessing of the Emperor's Consort's sister shattered as well. Then the Four Emperors' blessings dimmed one by one and vanished with soft pops!
The Imperial Preceptor of Jingping grew faster and faster, his phantom images more and more numerous, forcing everyone to retreat continuously to give him a larger arena to perform in.
The halos on the back of the Heavenly Venerable Yu's head grew fewer and fewer, shattering faster and faster, leaving everyone dazzled and full of admiration.
"You are grooming your little disciple."
The Scholar said quietly, "You are not so feeble that you would cough blood from exhaustion."
The Woodcutter Sage smiled. "I am already old, and I am Kaihuang's Heavenly Master. I cannot always help Jingping. A teacher transmits the Dao, imparts knowledge, and resolves doubts. Now my Dao has been transmitted, my knowledge imparted, my doubts resolved. Only now am I truly a teacher."
The Scholar jerked her chin toward Shen Mu and said in a low voice, "What about that disciple of yours? Have you transmitted the Dao, imparted knowledge, and resolved his doubts?"
The Woodcutter Sage's head swelled with vexation. He said blankly, "I do not know what I can teach him, or how to teach him... He is like the Heavenly Venerable Yu. He learns some basic things, and then he fiddles around and comes up with something that leaves you gaping and dumbstruck, scaring you half to death. I dare not teach him..."