Chapter 916 — The Venerable Breaks the Prison
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 4
Yan Shaoqing, by contrast, excelled in consciousness divine abilities; he had been able to plot against Tian Shu without the least effort, and Tian Shu called him an old rival—so his strength must be exceedingly high, and he had surely crossed swords with Tian Shu more than once. The two of them must both have cultivated the Great Dao system of Youdu, only in different directions.
"The Heavenly Court has always lacked an Emperor Throne-level consciousness cultivation method.
A pity the Crimson Emperor has been dead four hundred thousand years, and his Undying Consciousness of the Three Primal Spirits is lost. " Yan Shaoqing said, "The Heavenly Court placed its hopes in me, expecting me to create an Emperor Throne consciousness method, yet again and again I failed their high expectations, and so this time I was banished down here to serve as judge of the Great Prison.
Only when I came to the lower realm did I discover that the Undying Consciousness of the Three Primal Spirits the Heavenly Court searched so hard for was common as cabbage—almost every divine-ability user had learned it, only with varying degrees of attainment. " Shen Mu smiled. Yan Shaoqing said, "Jiang Baigui passed this method on to me, and so I have shown him considerable care and spared him suffering. These days I have pondered the Undying Consciousness of the Three Primal Spirits and profited greatly.
Heaven Venerable can live without a soul and not die—that too must be the work of the Undying Consciousness, no?
" Shen Mu said with a smile, "I was the one who spread this method abroad; naturally I understand it. " Yan Shaoqing laughed aloud: "Then I need not display my paltry skill before an expert. " There was a warning in his words—a warning that Shen Mu should not show off his paltry skill before him.
They had already gone deep underground, and the depths grew darker and damper, rank with stench.
A river of blood flowed down from the world above, winding along its channel, past cage after cage.
The roots of the Yuan Wood were a tangled maze; root after root knotted into cages, pinning the prisoners within.
The finer roots were like chains, binding god after god and demon after demon, piercing through their bodies and their primal spirits. These prisoners hung in their cages, wailing miserably day and night, the divine and demonic blood of their bodies dripping down the roots into the river of blood below.
That river of blood was foul and turbid, and in it had bred many demon creatures—great worms and vermin, many-limbed and many-legged, monstrous in every shape, clinging to the prisoners and sucking their blood. When the wardens came by, the creatures hid in the shadows behind the prisoners; only after the wardens had passed did they poke out their heads and crawl forth to drink blood again.
Wardens patrolled the Great Prison back and forth, its defenses stern. Shen Mu observed closely: the roots of the Yuan Wood were incomparably hard.
This Yuan Wood was the body of the Earth Mother Yuanjun, and the flesh of such an ancient god was hard almost as an Emperor Throne divine weapon—it would take a treasure like the Imperial Gate Divine Blade to cut it. Moreover, the runes on the surface of the Yuan Wood's roots were the Great Dao runes of the Earth Mother Yuanjun's own body; to escape from here was therefore all but impossible!
Among those imprisoned here were beings of the Jade Capital and Lingxiao realms—leaders of the various clans under the Earth Mother, beings who had ruled the great heavens of the Yuan Realm, now fallen to prisoners. Toward them the wardens showed considerable care, catching the divine and demonic blood that dripped from their bodies in great basins, and when a basin was full, carrying it out with the utmost caution.
"The blood on their bodies is very useful—the finest pigment.