Chapter 910 — The Old Dynasty's Overlord Body, the Long Han Heavenly Venerable
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 5
Shen Mu tried activating his divine arts and could not help but breathe a sigh of relief. The power of his divine arts remained, so his former learning and insights had not been entirely overturned. Had it been otherwise, it would have cost far too much time and effort.
He entered the dream again, and in the dream world countless tiny Shen Mus drilled out from his eyes, ears, mouth, nose, and the space between his brows; some even emerged from among his hair. These diminutive Shen Mus discussed with solemn expressions how to adapt to the new spirit embryo divine treasury, speaking a language Long Qilin and Yan'er could not understand. One little Shen Mu stood at a high place, gesturing back and forth with vital essence, constructing Shen Mu's spirit embryo divine treasury and marking out the paths of vital essence circulation. He raised his arm and called out loudly, "Jigu! Jigu jigu!" The other diminutive Shen Mus all sneered and whispered to one another, "Jiji gugu! Guji guji!" That little Shen Mu flew into a rage and immediately activated the technique he had created. A moment later he suddenly spewed blood wildly. The other diminutive Shen Mus all laughed, "Maha maha!" Another diminutive Shen Mu climbed to the high place, intending to push down the Shen Mu who had vomited blood. The blood-vomiting Shen Mu still had a breath left, and grabbed his sleeve, his voice as faint as gossamer, "Guji..." "Maha!" Another little Shen Mu threw him down, then excitedly constructed his own spirit embryo divine treasury technique and displayed it to the countless tiny Shen Mus below, calling out loudly, "Guji! Guji guji!" The other Shen Mus observed, nodded again and again, and praised, "Guji!" That diminutive Shen Mu activated the spirit embryo divine treasury technique, and suddenly his whole body burst open, blood spraying in all directions, and he collapsed dead. The many diminutive Shen Mus below laughed heartily and said one after another, "Maha maha!"
Long Qilin and Yan'er were long since accustomed to this and no longer found it strange, but Yan'er was still extremely curious about the diminutive Shen Mus in Shen Mu's dream world, and she lay outside the dream world, watching with amusement the various ways these little people died. Those diminutive Shen Mus created techniques, tested techniques, and then met with a thousand bizarre ways of dying. Even more diminutive Shen Mus drilled out from Shen Mu's mind, continuing to test, fearless of death. They had their own unique language, which Yan'er could not understand either, yet the tiny Shen Mus communicated without hindrance, ensuring the flow of information.
Long Qilin carried them onward, and on this day they finally drew near the Surging River, hearing the river's roar and its surging crash. Just then, Long Qilin heard from atop his head, from within Shen Mu's dream world, an unusually loud clamor. Countless diminutive Shen Mus ran about joyfully in the dream world, cheering, tossing one diminutive Shen Mu up, catching him, tossing him up again and catching him again, their cheers unending.
"Sister Yan'er, what happened?" Long Qilin asked in alarm.
Yan'er said excitedly, "The Young Master has created a technique of his own!"