Chapter 927 — Blood Light Surges, a Demon Is Born
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 4
And its color was not black either, but the vermilion of cinnabar, a rhombic pupil of cinnabar red! "That Creation Divine Stone failed to squeeze out my eyeball, but it has fused with my third eye!
And what of my jade pendant?
" He kept looking, more and more closely, and saw that the iris was round, yet the patterns within it were like the lay of mountain ranges!
Shen Mu shook his head. A normal iris should be patterned like the ribs of a fan; his traced out the character Shen!
"My jade pendant has fused with my third eye as well. .
.
" He steadied himself and set the Mystic Body Three Elixirs Art in motion, ordering his disordered divine consciousness; once his cultivation had recovered somewhat, he meant to use the arts of Creation to raise up his blood and qi. But no sooner had he stirred the art than he felt his divine consciousness, as it flowed through the third eye, surge violently and multiply, strengthened layer upon layer until it was dozens of times what it had been!
A hum, deep and resonant. Behind his head a thick, heavy wheel of light appeared, a torrent formed of primordial qi, roaring as it turned; the divine consciousness amplified by the third eye made the Mystic Body Three Elixirs Art circulate far faster, and the marvel took shape behind his head!
Shen Mu was stunned. As the art ran its course, the primordial qi in his Primordial Fetus Divine Treasury rose and fell like the tide, and his qi climbed swiftly.
Nor was that all: in the sky of the Divine Treasury the stars breathed in and out; upon the taiji-shaped spirit platform the spirit fetus inhaled and exhaled; and in the Netherworld beneath his feet demonic qi surged and churned, as though some giant god were breathing.
The whole spirit fetus was like an enormous chest, drawing breath and letting it go.
His primordial qi and his divine consciousness recovered and rose with furious speed as the art turned!
Yet still he could feel the eye devouring his blood and qi and his primordial qi, only it was no longer so ferocious as before.
"This is.
. .
the work of the third eye!
" Shen Mu kept the art turning, and in the Divine Treasury a wheel of primordial light gradually rose behind the spirit fetus's head as well.
As his cultivation art ran, the primordial fluid turned to mist, refining far faster than before, swiftly nourishing his body and restoring his blood and qi, yet the blood and qi barely born were drawn away again by the third eye!
In the sky the constellations spread themselves out; beneath his feet the Netherworld grew deeper still; and the taiji-shaped spirit platform swelled steadily. How long passed he did not know, but his primordial qi and divine consciousness returned to their peak and were still climbing, while his blood and qi remained depleted!
His Primordial Fetus Divine Treasury was still expanding; more and more stars surfaced in its sky, and the Netherworld beneath him widened with them. He had thought his Divine Treasury had reached its limit; now, as it expanded, he saw that he had developed only a fraction of its potential.
The lake formed by the primordial fluid was shrinking; at this rate, fluid he had reckoned would take ten years or more to refine completely would be consumed in a few months!
"Only, my eye has already grown in.
Why does it still devour my blood and qi? " Shen Mu roused his divine consciousness; it poured into his brow and became a tiny figure that flew through the third eye.
The space within the eye was terrifyingly vast: a boundless continent shaped like the character Shen, range upon range of mountains, peaks rising and falling to trace out that one great word. This was a fragment of Tu Bo's horn; seen from afar it was a round continent, and it was the lay of these mountains that formed the patterns of the iris.
And the Creation Divine Stone was set precisely at the center of the Shen Continent.