Chapter 893 — An Old Acquaintance of the Star River
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
Ling Tianzun was killed again, and the shadow in the mist charged toward the broken edge again, only to be drawn back into the cycle by Ling Tianzun's immutable divine art. This time, however, he was closer to the broken edge, and Shen Mu could faintly make out his face, though not clearly.
This figure was trapped by Ling Tianzun's divine art and could never leap out of the celestial river, out of the cycle of reincarnation.
"Young Master, the undercurrent of the Great Abyss is surging!"
Yan'er's cry came, waking Shen Mu. "The World Within the Flower is rising. We must leave this place!"
Shen Mu turned a deaf ear. He activated the divine art once more. The World Within the Flower rose, the dome split open, and the twin lotuses on one stem were about to bloom.
And before him, the surging celestial river raged and swelled. The scene of that colossal shadow slaying Ling Tianzun in the mist appeared again. The shadow blotted out heaven and earth, charged toward the broken edge once more, and rushed at Shen Mu.
The World Within the Flower bloomed fully. Beyond it lay Guixu. The dark celestial river hung suspended, motionless in the air, and within the river the twin lotuses, one red and one black, seemed profoundly still.
Yan'er and Long Qilin looked at Shen Mu anxiously. Long Qilin said, "Sect Master, if we do not leave now, who knows how long we must wait for the next surge of the undercurrent!"
At last, the enormous shadow in the celestial river rushed up before Shen Mu. His face slammed hard against an invisible barrier; he still could not break free of Ling Tianzun's immutable divine art.
He let out a furious roar and was swept away by the celestial river once more, sinking into the next cycle of reincarnation.
Shen Mu stared blankly at that face. This time, he finally saw clearly whose face it was.
Yan'er rushed over, transformed into a great fat bird, seized him and Long Qilin, and flew toward the sky that was about to close.
At last, before the twin lotuses on one stem closed, she burst out of the World Within the Flower.
Outside, the dark celestial river had begun to flow back, faster and faster, and the Great Abyss's pull grew stronger and stronger. Yan'er did all she could, driving her primordial spirit to transform into a dragon sparrow that held up the sky, fighting the pull and the pressure, beating her wings outward.
Boom—
She crashed into the Empress's detached palace, smashing through countless halls and corridors along the way, and finally came to a stop.
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