Chapter 891 — Soul Transmigration to Another World
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 5
The sky suddenly split open. A beam of light shot from the crack, striking the ground in a straight line. The light stream abruptly contracted, transforming into the figure of Wei Suifeng, covered in blood. He raised his hand. "Junior Brother, stop!"
A ceaseless ringing of zheng zheng zheng—countless flying swords descended, planting themselves all around him, transforming into a forest of swords covering over ten mu in all directions!
Every blade faced him. On the gleaming sword bodies, transmission runes surfaced one after another, shining upon him.
Wei Suifeng warily watched his surroundings. His vital essence suddenly transformed into mirrors upon mirrors, refracting the runes reflected by the flying swords. He laughed. "Junior Brother, you learn quickly."
Shen Mu beckoned. The sword forest soared skyward, clashing with ringing peals as it transformed into a sword core that landed in his hand. He said, "Senior Brother, you acknowledge me as your Junior Brother now?"
Though he had learned a trick from Wei Suifeng, transmission runes on sword bodies alone were insufficient to deal with him.
Wei Suifeng's vital essence mirrors refracted the transmission runes on the flying swords. If Shen Mu activated transmission divine arts to dismember Wei Suifeng into six pieces, Wei Suifeng could use those mirror surfaces to disrupt the transmission arts.
The transmission arts would detonate, he would remain unharmed, and Shen Mu's flying swords would be torn to powder by the transmission arts.
It was the first time Shen Mu had seen anyone refine the Great Yu Dark Demon Scripture to such a degree. In terms of divine art transformations, Wei Suifeng was the only one among all the divine art practitioners and gods and demons he had encountered who could rival Xu Shenghua.
When Xu Shenghua's horizons were still narrow, he had not even been Wei Suifeng's equal.
"Senior Brother, I have finally found you!"
Shen Mu laughed heartily, striding forward, and embraced him tightly, his heart surging with emotion. "I have been following in your footsteps all along, searching for the truth of history!"
Wei Suifeng was clearly somewhat unaccustomed to this. For all these years, he had explored the truth of history alone. Shen Mu's fervor left him at a loss.
He tried to break free but could not. He had no choice but to pat Shen Mu's back and say helplessly, "Junior Brother, you can let go now... Junior Brother, you really can let go now! Release me... What is the matter with this female corpse?"
Shen Mu finally released him and laughed. "This female corpse is the body of the Empress's younger sister. You left it for me."
Wei Suifeng shook his head. "You came to my era from twenty thousand years in the future, and you obtained this female corpse—how could it be I who left it for you? The one who left it for you is someone else."
Shen Mu was stunned. "But in the future, you will leave me a geographical map of the Great Abyss of Guixu, marking this place."
Hearing this, Wei Suifeng felt a sense of absurdity. Yet reality was just so, and he had no choice but to accept it.
"Junior Brother, it is possible that I marked a location, indicating there is something here. But the thing itself need not have been left by me."
He bent down, examining the peach-wood hairpin behind the Empress's younger sister's head. "This woman died beneath this hairpin. Could it be that the hairpin's owner left it for you? I have encountered many strange things..."
His palm exerted force, intending to pull out the hairpin. Shen Mu's heart jolted. He hurriedly cried, "Do not pull it out!"
But it was too late.
Wei Suifeng had already pulled out Ling Tianzun's hairpin. At that moment, a fog came from nowhere, sweeping him into its midst.
Shen Mu hastily reached into the fog to grab Wei Suifeng, but Wei Suifeng vanished along with the fog!