Chapter 821 — Strange Tales Aboard the Ship
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 3 of 5
Shen Mu looked back and saw the coffins open, yet nothing leaped out from within. Instead, pitch-black currents of air burst forth, like bodiless pythons darting wildly through the air. Some demigods who ran too slowly were touched by the black air. They let out mournful screams as their bodies dissolved and rapidly crumbled—yet their faces remained. Some of the melting flesh fell onto the coffins below, merging with them and becoming faces on the coffin wood.
Lizheng saw this too and could not help but shiver several times. The black air darted about wildly and soon filled the entire deck. Ahead of them too, black coffins erected themselves one by one; the coffins opened, and black air spread everywhere. Ahead, coffins formed a forest, and the black air, like venomous snakes and great pythons, darted in all directions, impossible to guard against. A demigod roared in fury, his primordial spirit standing upon the celestial palace's jade terrace, unleashing divine abilities and dharma arts of terrifying power—but immediately the black air bored into his body, and his flesh dissolved!
Lizheng shivered again and shouted: "Shen'er, go faster!"
Shen Mu seemed lost in thought, murmuring to himself: "This black air is like a kind of creation divine ability... yes, a creation divine ability, only this one connects the living with the nonliving..."
"At a time like this, you still have the mood to ponder such things?"
Lizheng was furious. He grabbed Shen Mu by the back collar of his clothes and sped away with him. With a thought, streaks of sword light carved a path, severing the incoming black air. But the black air reconnected as soon as it was severed—it could not be eradicated at all. Lizheng could only carry Shen Mu and dodge this way and that, secretly lamenting his plight.
Huanlong Jun hurried to follow. He saw that Shen Mu, like a cat gripped by the scruff of its neck, hung motionless as he was carried—yet he had turned his body around and continued watching the darting black air, muttering something unintelligible.
"Our lord is a Dao-fool!"
Huanlong Jun unleashed his divine abilities to block the black air, but could not hold it back at all. He grumbled inwardly: "A Dao-fool who doesn't know death when he sees it!"
Shen Mu's eyes flickered as he murmured to himself: "If it's a creation divine ability, then what is this creation divine ability used for? Why has it run out of control? Why have so many black coffins appeared? And what about the Yulin Army's transmigration incident...? What is the principle behind this creation divine ability?"
Ahead, black air spread everywhere. All the black coffins on the deck opened, and the black air shrouded the ghost ship's buildings, making it impossible to see where they were. All around was darkness. Cold sweat poured down Lizheng's forehead. He stopped and stood back to back with Huanlong Jun, guarding their surroundings.
Just then, moonlight shone in the darkness. Luo Wushuang activated a treasure; the treasure exuded imperial might, and its radiance actually forced back the black air. Luo Wushuang led the few surviving Lingxiu Army disciples forward along the moonlight.
"The Divine Blade Luo carries a treasure forged by a Great Emperor!"
Shen Mu praised: "No wonder he was so certain. Luo Wushuang, I'm right here—do you remember who cut off your arm?"
Luo Wushuang turned a deaf ear, leading his many disciples onward in silence, away from this place.
At that same moment, Feng Qiuyun carried a stone coffin on her back. The stone coffin opened, and immediately imperial might surged to the heavens. Within the coffin, a divine emperor among demigods sat bolt upright, forcing back the black air.
"Sister Qiuyun!"
Shen Mu called out loudly: "Do you remember me?"
Feng Qiuyun's voice came from afar: "I remember! You betrayed the Earth Mother—she wishes she could take your life this very moment!"