Chapter 937 — The Lord of Creation of the Heavenly Palace
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 3 of 5
Yun Jianli's primordial spirit gazed at that altar of divine sense within his primordial-embryo spirit treasury—Shen Mu's divine sense had actually condensed into a solid object, and such powerful divine sense he had never seen before.
"Because of the great bloodline curse I cannot live to the moment when I become a god, and that is why I do not fear death. But when death truly comes, I am afraid all the same." He could not help laughing.
Outside, an even more dreadful surge of power rolled in, and fire came flying from some unknown place, like an incomparably colossal firebird racing through the darkness.
On the pavilion, the plump dragon-sparrow that Yan'er had become could not resist hopping and cheering, bouncing to and fro until she nearly crushed the pavilion.
The place grew ever more chaotic as new and overbearing beings kept joining the battle.
In the darkness another Heaven Gate of the Nether Capital rose slowly from the Yao Sea, and a scroll of the Book of Life and Death flew out from the gate, blazing with light, shining toward this side.
Scarcely had the Book of Life and Death appeared when, behind the island where the Manhui Corridor Pavilion stood, an enormous dragon head thrust up; its long neck arched over the island, and the dragon head planted itself before the Manhui Corridor Pavilion, letting the Book of Life and Death shine upon it as it would.
The giant dragon breathed out, and thunder crashed ten thousand li into the Heaven Gate of the Nether Capital.
Suddenly an ancient tree fell from the sky and crashed down upon the dragon's head. The dragon's head was pressed down into the Yao Sea, and it rolled its body away, avoiding the island lest it crush the people there to death.
The giant dragon coiled around the old tree and locked it fast; the old tree's roots abruptly swelled, climbing over the dragon's body, and they rolled and fought through the sea and the cloud layers.
Yun Jianli, Qi Jiuyi, and the others watched until their eyes dazzled and their spirits reeled, horror rising in their hearts again and again. The island where the Manhui Corridor Pavilion stood was truly too perilous; at any moment it might be smashed into flying ash.
Even so, those who fought were still not the strongest beings. The strongest beings in the Heavenly Court were the Ten Heavenly Venerables!
Those ten, the most powerful beings since the beginning of history!
The diamond-shaped pupil in Shen Mu's brow grew brighter and brighter as he drove the Primordial Stone of the Great Beginning with all his strength; the golden altar he had laid down within Yun Jianli's primordial-embryo spirit treasury abruptly came to life!
The curse within Yun Jianli's bloodline was drawn out thread by thread by that altar, bit by bit pulled from his blood!
And at this moment the sky shook with a thunderous roar; the sound of the Dao filled the heavens, reverberating without cease, for a time drowning out every being in the Yao Sea who fought with hidden face!
This power was so dreadful, so strong, that it left one scarcely able to muster any desire to resist!
Not only were the people on the island startled to the heart; even those dreadful beings locked in slaughter fell still.
In the space of a single turn the Yao Sea fell calm and still; giants hid their faces within the dark clouds, and the sun and the moon rose out of the sea and hid behind the black clouds.
One after another the stars drifted up into the sky and vanished.
The golden light flew off, the golden scroll withdrew, the white banners vanished, the golden needle flew back, the divine dragon sank into the sea, the dark turtle slipped away, leaving only the quiet, peaceful Yao Sea, as though the battle that had all but destroyed heaven and earth had never happened.
The sky was still dense with dark clouds, not a sliver of daylight showing, plunging the Yao Sea into deep darkness; only the Manhui Corridor Pavilion remained brightly lit.