Chapter 889 — A Beauty Among the Flowers, Fair as Jade
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
" She beat her wings and rose, now huge, now tiny, dodging the stamens' attacks; at one moment she swept both wings down and cut the stamens until they bled, at the next she opened her beak and spewed the Vermilion Bird's sacred fire, burning the stamens until they gave off pitiful, delicate little cries, and at the next she roused the heavenly thunder and bombarded them this way and that.
Shen Mu, with Dragon Qilin, flew swiftly toward the meeting point of the two worlds, heading straight for those two palaces, one red and one black, keeping clear of the aftermath of the two titans' divine powers. Yet in the heavens above, Yan'er and that many-headed beautiful serpent fought ever more fiercely, and the power of their arts grew ever stronger, forcing him to dodge without cease. "Will anything happen to Sister Yan'er?
" He glanced back in the midst of his haste, and saw that the dragon-sparrow Yan'er had become was displaying abilities beyond the domain of the South Emperor's and the East Emperor's thunder and fire; her arts had turned strange. Each time her body moved, a whole series of mirror images appeared, thirteen in all, and the mirror images possessed the strength of her true body, attacking those beautiful serpents without the slightest disadvantage!
Thirteen Mirrors Layered.
"Could the Moon Heavenly Venerable have passed her own skills on to her?
" Shen Mu was dumbstruck for a moment, then suddenly felt a flicker of anticipation: if he could learn the Moon Heavenly Venerable's crowning art from Yan'er, that would be a stroke of great fortune! Yan'er's battle with that ancient god of Guixu grew fiercer and fiercer, forcing him and Dragon Qilin ever farther off to avoid the aftermath of their divine powers.
At last they reached the meeting point of the two worlds. Shen Mu walked up to the red palace, and Dragon Qilin poked his head in to peer around, saying, "Could there be enemies in here too?
" "Crow's mouth!
" Shen Mu flew into a rage, kicked him flying into the palace, and Dragon Qilin let out a miserable scream; he screamed for a good long while, and his voice was still perfectly loud.
Shen Mu's mind eased, and he walked into the palace, saying with a smile, "Dragon Fatty, stop howling, there's no enemy—" He suddenly froze.
Dragon Qilin had been kicked onto a crystal coffin, his four claws hooked over its four corners, lying there not daring to stir.
What Dragon Qilin feared most in the world was anything uncanny; Shen Mu had kicked him onto a coffin and scared him witless, and he stared at the corpse in the crystal coffin and screamed without pause.
Shen Mu shook his head and stepped forward, saying, "You've followed me so long, and still you can't take the strange as ordinary?
I—" He saw the face within the crystal coffin, and his mouth fell open, his eyes went wide, and he could say no more.
Lying in the crystal coffin was another Her Highness the Empress, only a little different from Her Highness the Empress aboard the ghost ship: this Empress in the coffin bore a small black mole between her brows, whereas Her Highness the Empress on the ghost ship bore a red one!