Chapter 926 — The Third Eye's Mutation
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 1 of 4
The nine-headed phoenix rose from the ship, its wings spanning the heavens, sheltering the whole vessel and taking that blow head-on. It was Qi Xiayu's power, transmitted from the Yuan World, that had saved them.
Everyone who had flown up from the deck crashed into the phoenix's wings, soft as they were, and none was hurt.
The Heavenly Bell's shockwaves only grew fiercer, rocking the Phoenix Ship so that it lurched and careened wildly through the Blood-Rust Belt.
The ship grazed those continents, struck broken star after broken star, smashed into the continents themselves—and there, all through the Blood-Rust Belt, upon every ancient, shattered continent, the prehistoric ruins suddenly blazed bright, light after light flaring until a sight appeared that made the scalp go numb. On continent after continent, from ruins beyond counting, light erupted, and one terrifying phantom of an ancient god after another came seething up out of those lands! The Blood-Rust Belt was terrifying in its length, a whole expanse of dark-red stars and shattered continents, yet now points of light lit it up.
The nine-phoenix phantom strove to steer the Phoenix Ship through, dodging one dreadful attack after another, and from the mouth of one phoenix head came Qi Xiayu's furious voice: "How perilous is the Blood-Rust Belt?
Even in the Heavenly Court it counts as a forbidden zone!
Which of you made this mess? " The six thousand and more gods aboard all turned their heads as one to look at Shen Mu, arm after arm rising to point at him. Yan'er raised a wing too and pointed at Shen Mu.
Long Qilin hesitated, and did not point at Shen Mu.
But from his ear the little Tubo stepped out of the ear hole, lifted a hand, and pointed at Shen Mu, solemn-faced: "Moo—" Long Qilin whispered hastily, "Don't talk nonsense.
The spirit pills are all refined by the Cult Master.
Point around like that and the Cult Master won't give you any food.
" Little Tubo lowered his hand, bowed his head, turned, and went back into the ear hole, as though he had done something wrong.
Shen Mu was at once overcome by a sense of being utterly alone; his face betrayed nothing as he stood there, but inwardly he was full of dread, afraid that the enraged crowd would throw him off the ship.
"Mu Tianzun, I will help you this once and only once. Don't expect me to save you again!
" The nine-phoenix phantom drove the Phoenix Ship to its utmost, and the Blood-Rust Belt was like a pot of boiling porridge; amid countless lights that spanned heaven and earth, grotesque gods and demons—strange beyond all description, yet each bearing some likeness to the ancient gods—struck out one after another, setting the whole belt fairly seething as they reached for the Phoenix Ship.
Everyone aboard scrambled for something to hold on to, lest the pitching Phoenix Ship fling them out into the void. The nine-phoenix phantom piloted the ship in a desperate dash, but the Blood-Rust Belt was long and the starry sky stretched on without end; there was no escaping this place in a moment. What was more, the figures above the altars of those continents threw the Blood-Rust Belt into disorder, rousing the altars in yet more ruins ahead, so that ever more ancient god spirit bodies came flying out before them.
These spirit bodies were mighty in divine power indeed; every art they wielded was plainly a grand dao art of the ancient gods, and their might was extreme.
One against one, Qi Xiayu would have feared no one, even steering the Phoenix Ship from the Yuan World; but here the ancient god spirit bodies were far too many.