Chapter 867 — A Lone Sword Soars the Heavens
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 5
On the other side, the sword formation's power erupted; countless flying swords leapt at bizarre frequencies, every move the second form of the Tribulation Sword, Raising Tribulation—yet as all the swords vanished and reappeared, the tribulations they formed made up quite different arrays!
His sword dao had two chapters, Opening Tribulation and Raising Tribulation, each holding its own understanding of the sword.
Yet the original Opening Tribulation Sword and Raising Tribulation Sword were both very simple; the principles they held were profound, but the moves were pared to the utmost. Now, any single flying sword's Raising Tribulation was likewise spare and simple, yet when different Raising Tribulation moves were combined they made an exceedingly complex sword formation!
And the formation each leap produced was utterly unlike the last!
This was the fruit of the days he had spent studying the Jingping Reforms under the blind old man.
The Jingping Reforms had achieved a great deal in the way of formations, and those achievements were built upon the formation arts of the Kaihuang era.
The blind old man was the great synthesizer of Jingping's formation arts; he had led the reform of Jingping's way of formations, and together with many noble, high-minded men he had turned that way to the livelihood of the people, to better their lives.
Shen Mu, however, had turned the way of formations upon his own moves and divine abilities, adding formation changes into the Raising Tribulation Sword.
Trapped in the ever-shifting Raising Tribulation sword formation, "Heavenly Venerable Yu" suddenly changed his bearing: behind him a divine bridge spanned the void, and his primordial spirit stood at its far end, before the Southern Gate of Heaven.
Behind him, layer upon layer of heavenly palaces emerged, forming a vast Heavenly Court, golden radiance flooding the clouds.
The Heavenly Court had thirty-six heavens and seventy-two halls, and the highest of those seventy-two treasure halls was the Lingxiao Treasure Hall.
There light blazed in layer upon layer, countless marvels seethed, and there took shape the image of an ancient god, the Heavenly Emperor, enthroned and propping up heaven and earth.
"Supreme over all daos, all daos return to one!
" "Heavenly Venerable Yu" raised a seal to meet Shen Mu's Raising Tribulation sword formation; the formation's power erupted, but against this one divine ability its force seemed to sink into a swamp, countless flying swords froze in place, and the formation at once fell into disarray.
The divine ability of "Heavenly Venerable Yu" burst forth, and the sword formation of countless flying swords shattered to pieces.
Having broken the formation, "Heavenly Venerable Yu" sprang into the air, only to see the Heavenly Dragon King's green whiskers curling at him, passing so close by his side it was a hair's breadth from disaster.
On the other side, Shen Mu crushed his great divine ability of the Heavenly Dao by main force, then turned sideways; his body abruptly went utterly flat, standing there like a black line, one with the dark. The dragon king's thick whiskers hissed through, not touching him in the least.
The dragon king's great head rolled its eyeballs about and stopped before that black line, yet could not see where Shen Mu was.
This move Shen Mu had learned from Ban Gongcuo; in the arts of fleeing for one's life and of disguise, Ban Gongcuo stood alone in the world, without peer.
"Of course—you are still the Nether Capital's Divine Son.
" Across the Heavenly Dragon King's head, "Heavenly Venerable Yu" came running at speed, laughing: "To pit the great Dao of the Nether Capital against the Heavenly Dao is no great difficulty for you.
" The dragon king's whiskers abandoned Shen Mu and stabbed at "Heavenly Venerable Yu" running about upon his own head.