Chapter 876 — The Sword Leaves a Faint Fragrance — Please Vote
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"Besides the Undying Consciousness, there are also his divine abilities in the Dao of the Sword, in Creation, and the like.
" Great Black Heaven went on studying the Sword-Bearer Painting, a bemused smile on his face.
The black sun behind his head had black qi flowing in and out of it, and that black qi was the source of the darkness for ten thousand li in every direction around Great Black Heaven.
"Yet what is strange is this: beings of the divine realm cannot trigger his Undying Consciousness, nor do they sense his attainments in the Dao of the Sword or in Creation. His divine abilities are aimed only at those who wield divine abilities. We cannot sense his Daoist arts at all; we can only look on with the naked eye, and so it is hard to grasp the essence of his abilities. " Great Black Heaven smiled and yet did not smile, and said in praise: "This Jingping Overlord Body does indeed have a trick or two about him.
Smashing his missive is easy; undoing his divine ability is hard. " Within the Great Black Palace, the gods of the various Northern Heavens looked at one another.
Before the Jiangling Academy, Shen Mu had used his sword for a brush and space for paper, and with swift strokes — shua, shua, shua — painted out his sword diagram and made of it a challenge missive.
When Shen Mu painted, it had been easy and free; but now that the sword diagram had come here, it left even them, lofty gods that they were, feeling utterly at a loss.
"Each of you return to your own heavens and select the most outstanding wielders of divine abilities, no matter what their cultivation. " Great Black Heaven closed the challenge missive and said, "Gather these people and send them here.
The one and only condition for being sent to me is this: they must have entered the Dao.
Young ability-wielders who have not entered the Dao — sending them here is sending them to their deaths. " The gods of the Northern Heavens looked at one another again. One god-devil mustered his courage and said, "How hard it is to enter the Dao!
Our Northern Heavens number more than three hundred, each with billions of people, and yet to pick out a single ability-wielder who has entered the Dao — I fear you ask the impossible of us. " Great Black Heaven said blandly, "Why does Jingping have so many ability-wielders who have entered the Dao? " "That.
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" "War!
" Great Black Heaven rose to his feet. The black sun behind his head seemed to send out countless threads to link with the darkness; as he walked, the black qi welling from the great sun was like satin, full of texture, dragging the darkness along behind him so that it moved with the movement of his steps. "Jingping has known eight hundred years of war.
The people who live on that little pellet of land had no choice but to think of every possible way to raise themselves up. Their divine bridges were severed, so they could not ascend to the heavenly palaces, and they could only seek breakthroughs in every other direction. " Great Black Heaven said in a low voice, "And war became the finest crucible to forge their breakthroughs!
The Northern Heavens have been at peace too long, so long that these little fellows loll about drunk with dreams, and not one ability-wielder who has entered the Dao has been seen in ten thousand years. Let them fight, let them kill — like rearing gu: put them in one basin and let them slaughter until only one or two worms remain; the survivor is the most venomous of them all. " The gods of the Northern Heavens shuddered. That ox-headed god-devil said cautiously, "Under the gate of Great Black Heaven there are many powerful disciples. .
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" Great Black Heaven glanced at him, half-smiling: "You hid it from me and swore the pact of the Little Tubo with that troublemaking Heavenly Master of Wentian Pavilion.