Chapter 937 — The Lord of Creation of the Heavenly Palace
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 5
The stars in the sky pierced the immeasurably thick black clouds, dragging long tails of fire; as they smashed into the Yao Sea the surface burst apart, and one after another archaic, majestic deities rose slowly out of the sea in the darkness and reached out to seize the golden crows dancing through the heavens.
The giants in the sea were beyond counting, and the golden crows flying in the sky were beyond counting; they slaughtered one another, making it impossible for anyone else to approach the Manhui Corridor Pavilion.
Shen Mu, clearing the root and purifying the source, sent his divine sense along Yun Jianli's bloodline straight to the origin of the great bloodline curse, and at last found the curse art hidden within the blood.
Yet at that moment a furious roar came from the sky, and an enormous palm pushed aside the suns, the stars, and the black clouds filling the heavens, descending from on high to press down upon the Manhui Corridor Pavilion!
The palm chafed against the air and kindled roaring flames, and it would surely crush the island where the Manhui Corridor Pavilion stood, burning it to ash as well!
Then came a clang of metal. To the west of the island a great golden light blazed forth, and a round, lumpish mass of radiance came from the west, rolling at furious speed to the sky above the Manhui Corridor Pavilion.
The ball of golden light spun rapidly, and within it a white tiger could dimly be seen leaping in exultation. Then countless golden sword-qi soared skyward, and in an instant that fiery great hand was shot full of a thousand holes!
A cold snort came from the sky; suddenly fire flashed, and a golden pillar descended from the heavens, plunging straight into the Yao Sea. The pillar's height could not be measured, and with the Manhui Corridor Pavilion as its center it began to churn, overturning rivers and seas!
And that ball of golden light floated above the Manhui Corridor Pavilion, blazing with radiance, the sound of the Dao reverberating and echoing; within the light the white tiger pounced, time and again blocking the pillar.
The pillar shrank sharply, becoming like a golden needle, appearing and vanishing with uncanny swiftness, until the ball of golden light could no longer hold it off.
At that moment a golden scroll came flying out of the night, streaming in the wind; with a ding the golden needle pierced into the scroll, and it very nearly failed to get free.
The golden scroll and the golden needle collided in midair, and the power they burst forth was terrifying beyond measure, striking such dread into the hearts of everyone on the island that their courage quailed. Any single one of these attacks, were it to fall upon this island, would be enough to vaporize the island together with everyone on it, leaving not even a soul behind!
Even Yan'er, at the Lingxiao realm, could never withstand it; for her there would be only death!
"Brother Yun, do not let your mind wander."
Sensing that Yun Jianli's divine sense had grown somewhat scattered, Shen Mu reminded him, "Your mind is in disorder, and it interferes with my driving out the great bloodline curse from your body."
Yun Jianli could not help saying, "Can a Heavenly Venerable truly be so calm? Are you not afraid? If those mighty ones who guard you cannot hold them off, any single divine power would be enough to kill us a thousand times over!"
Shen Mu's divine sense poured into his primordial-embryo spirit treasury like a golden flood, surging against the spiritual platform and taking form as a blazing golden altar. He said with a smile, "Naturally I am afraid. But they know their limits. Those who wish me dead will not tear all pretense away—to tear it away completely would be to tear the Heavenly Court apart. And those who wish me to live will surely protect me at any cost. That is where my chance of survival lies. Have you not long since made your peace with death, Brother Yun? Why then should you still fear?"