Chapter 824 — One Sword to Godhood
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Just then the light suddenly dispersed, and clarity returned before their eyes.
Li Zheng shielded Shen Mu and Lord Huanlong, his sword light scattering as he cut apart the afterwaves of the various divine abilities, and landed lightly, giving a muffled grunt, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.
Shen Mu said in alarm: "Li Zheng, you are hurt?"
"I am fine."
Li Zheng said calmly: "That divine dragon grazed me as it rushed past — it will not kill me. Luo Wushuang's saber dao is indeed formidable; his saber dao is already near the thirteenth heaven. But as far as entering the Dao goes, my sword dao is in no way inferior."
Shen Mu swiftly employed his creation divine ability to heal his wounds.
Lord Huanlong said, dazed: "My lord, was that great hall not just destroyed?"
Shen Mu was stunned, and looked back: the great hall stood there perfectly intact, not collapsed at all, exactly as before, without a single spot of damage.
In the hall, the eight dragons still coiled exactly as before, guarding the Empress's coffin.
Beside the coffin there was another coffin — the stone coffin from the Imperial Tomb that Feng Qiuyun had brought. Half of it was sunk into the ground, half exposed; and the corpse of the Supreme Emperor had now, astonishingly, merged with the ground and the stone coffin, its livid, zombie-like face pressed against the stone coffin's lid, its gray-white eyeballs rolling.
Of the many demigods Patriarch Dragon King had brought, some had half their bodies grown into the walls, some into the pillars with their backsides sticking out, and some had sunk into the earth, as though faces had sprouted from the ground.
They were all still alive.
Only, when the light had burst forth just now, they seemed to have been reassembled — but reassembled wrongly, so that they and the great hall had become a single whole.