Chapter 937 — The Lord of Creation of the Heavenly Palace
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 1 of 5
The woman's beauty was like water of a lake of utmost purity, with no impurity to be seen; her smile seemed to mirror her heart, so utterly spotless that even an excessive imagining of her felt like a desecration.
Shen Mu withdrew his gaze, his face wreathed in smiles, and forced down his pounding heart. To himself he thought, "She is even more formidable than that demon Fan Xuanshu, the former sect master. In the art of playing with men's hearts, Fan Xuanshu is still a mere apprentice. Had I not once laid eyes on Jue Wuchen, she would truly have stolen my soul away. She has only one flaw: her breasts are not large enough..."
In the Yao Sea the winds and waves surged, and dreadful roars rang out without cease. Those two divine fiends hid themselves in the darkness, their divine powers clashing in secret, so that the Yao Sea beyond the Manhui Corridor Pavilion was like a heaven and earth in the midst of destruction.
Shen Mu turned and walked back into the pavilion, smiling. "Brother Yun, this place will only grow more clamorous. Since we have nothing better to do, why not take the chance for me to undo the great bloodline curse on you?"
Yun Jianli hurried after him. The two came to the sea-facing pavilion of the Manhui Corridor Pavilion; Shen Mu sat down and said, "Who is that Divine King up in the sky? Do you recognize him, Brother Yun?"
Yun Jianli said, "That man wears a dharma form, not his true face. Yet from his divine powers one can tell who he is; the divine powers of a being such as he are easy enough to identify. He is the Nanming Divine King, one of the Heavenly Court's Four Heavenly Kings. And the one in the sea is the Ancient God Xuanwu, the Northern Emperor. Nanming's thunder-fire against the Five Great Cloud Thunders—though they veil their faces, they cannot hide from each other."
The third eye at the center of Shen Mu's brow opened. He roused the Taiwei Enclosure's Higher Perception and marshaled his divine sense, and in the space of a single turn his divine sense became immeasurably powerful!
Hum—
From the diamond-shaped pupil of his third eye, his divine sense became a beam of light shining straight upon the center of Yun Jianli's brow!
At that very moment a dim great sun suddenly kindled in the sky; seen through layer upon layer of fog and mist, the sun looked bleak beyond measure.
Yet the sun gave a gentle shake, and in the blink of an eye countless suns appeared behind the dark clouds, disc after disc, hanging in the heavens, hidden behind the cloud banks.
Then numberless black three-legged crows flew out from those suns, rushing at the black clouds, threading through them to come to the Yao Pond in the darkness!
All manner of shrill, mournful cries came from the sky as countless three-legged golden crows, trailing brilliant fire through the darkness, hurtled toward the pavilion of the Manhui Corridor Pavilion—blotting out the sky and hiding the sun!
Yun Jianli could not keep his eyes from turning outward, and said hoarsely, "It is the Star Lord of the Great Sun!"
Yan'er, Long Qilin, and the others hurried over. As they neared the pavilion, Yan'er suddenly transformed into a dragon-sparrow, beat her wings, and alighted on the pavilion's peak, gazing in alarm at the golden crows swooping in from all sides.
Qi Jiuyi was just about to head over when Yun Chuxiu smiled and said, "Young Master Qi, that is a place of deadly peril. Why risk yourself there?"
Qi Jiuyi's gaze was tender. "Staying at your side is more perilous still. You have unsettled my heart of the Dao." With that he walked toward the pavilion where Shen Mu sat.
Yun Chuxiu, puffing with indignation, followed after him.
Suddenly dim, uncertain stars emerged in the sky; then the stars began to sway, as though space and time itself had grown unstable, and one after another they fell, plunging into the Yao Sea with a rumbling roar.