Chapter 913 — The Earth Mother's Rings
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 3 of 5
Yan'er could still keep herself in check, but her gaze was fixed dead upon the Hongmeng Primal Liquid, as though she longed to swallow that drop. Shen Mu sealed every pore of his body and strove to master his flesh, yet blood, flesh, and bone all grew madly—even his hair was in wild growth—and though he was master of the art of Creation, he could not suppress it! That drop of Hongmeng Primal Liquid flew into his brow and bored into his Primordial Fetus Divine Treasury.
Though it was only a tiny drop, once in his Divine Treasury it became the size of a lake, purple light rippling, settling at the feet of his spirit fetus. Shen Mu at once felt the spirit fetus brimming with vigorous life; his soul and spirit were still weak, yet now they drew on the Hongmeng Primal Liquid's energy and grew at furious speed.
His primal spirit exulted, greedily absorbing the power in the Hongmeng Primal Liquid, and when Shen Mu tried to activate the Mystic Body Triple Elixir Art, the primal spirit's growth became more terrifying still! "The Hongmeng Primal Liquid can keep a soul from perishing. It is with the liquid that I shielded my own remnant soul.
Heaven Venerable Mu, though you have no soul, you can use the Hongmeng Primal Liquid to strengthen your spirit and make your spirit an indestructible primal spirit!
" The Earth Mother's remnant soul said: "Thus you will not die for lack of soul and spirit, nor need to seek a place of green hills and clear waters to bury yourself. " Shen Mu's heart stirred slightly, and he looked at the rest of the Hongmeng Primal Liquid in the coffin. "Earth Mother, even so, I have no strength to revive you.
My strength is too weak now—to speak plainly, I have only a fifth of my primal qi cultivation left.
" The Earth Mother was silent a moment; another drop of Hongmeng Primal Liquid flew from the coffin, again into his Primordial Fetus Divine Treasury. "This drop is for restoring your cultivation.
" Shen Mu sighed.
"The Earth Mother is still stingy. What use is restoring my cultivation? I am no longer the Divine Son of Youdu; Tubo and the Lord of Heaven have both abandoned me, thinking me of no further value.
My powers are low; they will not lend me strength, and with no strength lent, I cannot revive you. The Earth Mother would do better to give more of the liquid, so that my strength can rival the Divine Son of Youdu's, so that they think me worth using—only then can I borrow their strength.
" The Earth Mother's remnant soul sneered. "It is not that I grudge it, but that you cannot bear the liquid's energy at all.
These two drops of Hongmeng Primal Liquid already exceed the limit of your Primordial Fetus Divine Treasury. These two drops are enough for you to digest for decades, even a century! Give you more, and your Primordial Fetus Divine Treasury cannot seal it; should the liquid's power invade your blood vessels, a single wisp of its breath would burst your body and kill you!
" Shen Mu did indeed feel that his Primordial Fetus Divine Treasury was near its limit; one drop more, and the liquid's energy would burst the space of the Treasury and seep into his body. The breath of this liquid could burst even gods and demons—how much more him?
"Then. .
. " Shen Mu turned his palm, four small jade bottles held between his fingers, and poured out the dragon saliva within them: "Stored in bottles, it will be all right, won't it? " The Earth Mother fell silent again, and after a moment her voice came from the coffin: "Your little bottles cannot bear it.
" Shen Mu's hands flew, countless runes branded onto the jade bottle. "Is this seal good enough?
" "No. " Shen Mu laid on several dozen seals in succession, showing a hopeful look. "And now?
" "No! " Shen Mu, at a loss, turned to Yan'er.