荒墟牧神 - 第817章 神刀之主 - 簡牘書房

Shen Mu was slightly startled. This map of Guixu matched one of the maps his eldest senior brother had left him fairly well; though the geography differed in small ways, for the most part it was the same.

"So Guixu is one of the places our eldest senior brother wanted me to seek! He must have left something there as well, and it must be something of great importance!"

Shen Mu steadied himself. As things stood, the maps Wei Suifeng had given him all concealed great secrets and treasures. The first time, he had found the Yulin Army's command tally.

With the second map, he had found the Divine Man of Chixi and the God-Slaying Mystic Blade, but that was not the chief thing. The chief gain had been making contact with the remnants of the Chiming era and bringing Jingping into alliance with the Divine Son of Chiming.

With the third map, Shen Mu had found the brain in the jar of the Yingzhao deity in Taiming Heaven, and obtained the complete blueprints of the Ark of the Other Shore.

And this map of Guixu was the fourth map whose name he knew. Wei Suifeng had returned to the Longhan Heavenly Court while exploring Guixu. He must have made some discovery there, then hidden the secret in Guixu, waiting for the woodcutter or for him to unearth it.

The ghost ship gave a faint tremor, a sign that it was about to cycle once more.

Shen Mu's expression shifted slightly. He flew from the great hall, weighed the notebook down with a stone, picked up a brush, scrawled wildly over the pillar where Ling Tianzun had left her poem, and then shot backward.

Outside the hall, Huanlong Jun's battle with that divine dragon continued, dragon blood spraying. The two had fought themselves red-eyed; even with the cycle about to come, neither could stop.

Light burst forth, and the ghost ship left that time and space. When the light faded and Shen Mu's sight returned to normal, he saw that the scroll of the notebook he had weighed down with a stone had vanished without a trace!

Shen Mu's eyes lit up. He returned to the hall, and saw that the things he had just scattered at random had been restored to their original state, neat and orderly, not the least bit disturbed.

Shen Mu turned and walked out of the great hall, studying the pillar before it. The traces of his wild scrawling had vanished, but Ling Tianzun's writing remained.

Shen Mu was briefly startled, then suddenly burst out laughing.

In the distance, Huanlong Jun's opponent had vanished. The great dragon too was spent, his body covered in wounds, and his form had grown immaterial, about to become void. Panting, he asked, "What does my lord laugh at?"

"I changed the positions of the objects. After the cycle, they returned to their original places."

Shen Mu studied the poem on the pillar with keen interest and said with a smile, "I also scrawled over Ling Tianzun's poem, and the places I scrawled vanished too, while Ling Tianzun's poem remained. Do you know what that means?"

Huanlong Jun was at a loss.

"We are inside Ling Tianzun's divine power. It is impossible to change anything on this ship; anything on the ship that is damaged will be restored after the cycle. But Ling Tianzun boarded later, and yet she changed something on the ship. She left a poem on the pillar."

Shen Mu asked, "Why could her poem remain?"

Huanlong Jun was even more at a loss, and shook his head. "My lord, I have a dull head. Otherwise I would not have been captured by you and forced to become the Heavenly River Dragon King."

"The matter on this ship neither increases nor decreases, neither changes nor alters; yet Ling Tianzun could leave a poem, which means she broke her own divine power."

Shen Mu said with a smile, "In her poem she set out the principle behind this divine power of hers, and in writing the poem she used the method to break it. In other words, in this little poem she hid both the divine power of matter's unchanging permanence and the way to break it. Huanlong Jun, Huanlong Jun..."