Chapter 908 — The Calamity Sword, Part Three: Meeting the Tribulation
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 5
" Shen Mu waved to her and turned away. After descending from the Moon Palace he was dispirited for a time, and his cultivation drained away faster. His spirit fetus had already fallen from the middle reaches of the Heavenly River onto the Jianmu, and was still sinking lower.
Sink further, and it would sink down to Youdu, sink into the Life and Death Spirit Treasure. That day Shen Mu suddenly grew spirited, sweeping away his former dejection, and urged on the Profound Body Three Elixirs Art, cultivating with all his might. Yet he would have been better off not urging it: once he did, his vital qi drained even faster! Shen Mu stopped at once and began muttering incantations.
Dragon Qilin and Yan'er heard him, but what Shen Mu spoke of were keys to cultivation, methods and techniques of every kind, without system, as though he had fallen into a demonic obsession. Two more days passed, and Shen Mu sank into heavy sleep. Dragon Qilin and Yan'er saw a formless bubble surge out from between his brows, and countless tiny Shen Mus drilled out of Shen Mu's head, chattering in the bubble world in a language no one could understand. Those Shen Mus each cultivated a different art: the Profound Body Three Elixirs Art, the Three Primordial Spirits' Undying Consciousness, the No-Leak Creation Profound Sutra, the Ancestor Dragon Grand Mystery Art, the Emperor Shakra Heavenly King Sutra, the Heaven and Earth Heart Sage Formula, the Martial Combat Heavenly Art, the Youdu Demonic Way, the Dark Demon Kagya Sutra; there was even a tiny Shen Mu cultivating the Sutra of Immeasurable Kalpas, creating one smaller bubble world after another inside the bubble world! "Dragon Fatty, what is he doing?
" Yan'er asked.
Dragon Qilin thought for a moment, then said, "The Cult Master is calculating the possibilities of his own survival, searching out a single road to life among countless possibilities. " "Dragon Fatty knows so much.
" Yan'er praised him greatly, stuffed a spirit pill into him, and went on watching the Shen Mu in the bubble world with anxious fretfulness. In the bubble world, one tiny Shen Mu after another died, in every manner of death, too horrible to behold.
Some, in the midst of cultivation, suddenly had their consciousness scatter and died with their tongues lolling out; some suffered cultivation deviation and burst with a bang; some died in dreams; some suddenly caught fire and burned away to nothing! The tiny Shen Mus in the bubble world grew fewer and fewer.
After a dozen or so days, corpses lay strewn through the bubble world, yet one tiny Shen Mu survived stubbornly, his breath faint, but a smile on his face. Suddenly the bubble world burst with a pop and vanished. Shen Mu opened his eyes, woke from his sleep, yawned, and laughed.
"Sister Yan'er, I am hungry again. " Yan'er hurried to cook. After Shen Mu ate his fill he sank back into deep sleep.
The world in the dream once more turned into a bubble, and again many tiny Shen Mus drilled out from Shen Mu's eyes, ears, mouth and nose. This time, though, the Shen Mus did not seek a way to live; they gathered gravely together, chattering in words no one could understand. Then those little figures practiced swordplay in the dream world, fighting one another, move after move of sword art bursting forth, and many tiny Shen Mus died in the mutual slaughter.
"Dragon Fatty, what is the young master doing?
" Yan'er asked. Dragon Qilin could not understand it either, and shook his head. "I do not know either.
" Yan'er narrowed her eyes, cut his rations, and gave him no spirit pills. Dragon Qilin hung his head in dejection.
In the end a single sword light burst forth.
The one remaining tiny Shen Mu actually brandished his sword, and in an instant cut open Shen Mu's dream world, killing his way from the dream into the waking world!
Shen Mu abruptly woke from his sleep, scrambled up, and that tiny Shen Mu had vanished as well.