Chapter 891 — Soul Transmigration to Another World
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 5
Wei Suifeng circled the building at flying speed, his palms transforming through a thousand variations, pressing seals onto the base of the tower one after another.
"Eight Extremes Determine Life and Death!"
His figure rose to the second floor, moving like a dragon in flight, directing various divine arts into the building's interior.
"Seven Stars Pacify Heaven!"
His figure reached the third floor: "Six Harmonies Collapse!"
"Five Elements Reversal!"
"Four Phases Turn Against Each Other!"
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He cast spells all the way to the top floor, activating every killing formation within the building.
Wei Suifeng landed, spread his hands, and made a virtual embrace. The eight-storied tower trembled, killing formations surging skyward within, the crisp clashes of metal and stone ringing without cease!
After a moment, fresh blood flowed from within the tower, dyeing the ground red.
Wei Suifeng raised his hand. The eight-storied tower shrank smaller and smaller, landing in his palm.
"Truly a troublesome fellow. A pity his cultivation is somewhat low—he had not yet attained godhood."
He tossed the eight-storied divine tower into the air. The tower disintegrated, some shattered bones falling from within, while the tower itself separated into divine weapons that floated behind him.
Suddenly, Wei Suifeng's pupils constricted sharply. He saw Shen Mu striding toward him.
Moments ago, he had clearly refined Shen Mu's headless body to death within the tower. Where had this Shen Mu come from?
He looked down at the shattered bones on the ground. Shen Mu had indeed been refined to death by him—yet what was the meaning of this Shen Mu walking toward him?
"Could it be the Chapter of Creation from the Great Yu Dark Demon Scripture?"
Wei Suifeng was astonished. He shook his head. "The Art of Creation could not possibly cause your head to grow a new body. Even I have not comprehended such unfathomable creation arts."
"When Master Woodcutter taught you the Art of Creation, he himself did not know the Art of Creation of the Chiming Era—so of course he could not pass it to you."
Shen Mu raised his palm. The sword core appeared, spinning ceaselessly, disintegrating even as it spun, transforming into flying swords one after another. He shook his head. "Master Woodcutter played favorites. He taught Third Junior Brother for two years, and taught you, Senior Brother, for even longer—yet he never once taught me personally. Fortunately, I found something better."
Wei Suifeng swept his sleeve, and the divine weapons behind him began assembling again. But at that moment, Shen Mu raised his palm and pressed forward in a virtual push!
Wei Suifeng immediately saw behind Shen Mu the manifestation of a celestial panorama—the stars of the firmament transforming into a vast river of stars. Countless stars glittered, primordial magnetic divine light erupted, forming a massive primordial magnetic force field between the stars!
This primordial magnetic force field was even more powerful than the Great Celestial Force Field of the Great Yu Dark Demon Scripture!
Boom—
An indescribably terrifying pressure descended abruptly, crushing his divine weapons to the ground. The earth sank crazily. The pressure on Wei Suifeng's body multiplied countless times in an instant. His body trembled violently, and he could scarcely stand.
"Senior Brother, your strength is indeed formidable. You walk the path of divine arts entering the Dao, do you not?"
Shen Mu's neck shook, and two more heads grew out. Arms sprouted from his ribs, row upon row of arms rising. He laughed. "However, I come from twenty thousand years in the future. Your divine arts are already outdated."
Boom boom boom—
Layer upon layer of the Great Celestial Force Field pressed down. Wei Suifeng could no longer hold on. His entire body was crushed flat against the ground, unable even to lift his head!