Chapter 937 — The Lord of Creation of the Heavenly Palace
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 5
At this moment a figure came walking across the surface of the sea. It was he who had unleashed an aura and presence beyond the Imperial Throne realm, startling everyone back.
He had the strength for it.
If he wished to kill, no one in the Heavenly Court could stop him!
And now he had come to kill!
He still kept his face hidden, unwilling to let his true body be seen.
After all, the one he had come to kill was Heavenly Venerable Mu—a Heavenly Venerable who had taught the method of becoming a god to all living beings, bringing the realm of godhood down into the mundane world.
He did not wish to leave many traces, lest someone with designs seize on a slip and use it to suppress him, or to do away with him.
Now he had no one left to bar his way.
He was already very close to the Manhui Corridor Pavilion.
Yun Jianli hurriedly turned his head and said hoarsely, "Heavenly Venerable Mu!"
Shen Mu, still wholly intent on drawing out the great bloodline curse for him, said calmly, "Be at ease. What came before was merely the foreplay. Now begins the main performance."
Cold sweat broke out on Qi Jiuyi's brow, and despair crept into his heart. Yan'er, too, flew back into the pavilion, ruffling her feathers in unease; from somewhere she produced a lantern, and even holding it up she was still trembling.
This was the lantern Heavenly Venerable Yue had given her, and within it was hidden Heavenly Venerable Yue's divine power. Yet whether that power could save their lives, Yan'er had no confidence at all.
Only Long Qilin still lay sprawled at the foot of the pavilion, eyes squinting, dozing.
Then light shone up from beneath the surface of the sea.
The man abruptly halted and lowered his head to look beneath the sea's surface.
Beneath the surface a paper boat was sailing right under the soles of his feet, following him like his own reflection, and on that paper boat an old man carried a storm lantern.
The man stopped; the paper boat stopped too.
In the Manhui Corridor Pavilion, Shen Mu smiled and said, "Would you all care to witness two beings who have cultivated to the incomplete Heavenly Court realm cross blows?"
"No!"
Qi Jiuyi said without hesitation, "Not for all the world! This situation is already beyond saving!"
Sweat rolled down his brow in cold beads, and his heart was filled with utter despair.
The old Yin Courier, the Heaven-Equaling Benevolent Sage King of Youdu, was also Heavenly Venerable You among the Nine Heavenly Venerables of the Longhan era, the opener and creator of the Life-Death Spirit Treasury!
Who the other might be, none could say—but he was certainly a Heavenly Venerable of the Heavenly Court.
If two Heavenly Venerables fought a great battle here, what dreadful turmoil would it raise?
To say nothing of a little pavilion, a little Manhui Corridor Pavilion, a little island—it was doubtful even the Yao Pond could be preserved, and perhaps the whole Heavenly Court would be smashed into fragments!
The man did not make his move. He only looked at the calm sea; beneath its surface the paper boat floated quietly in another world, as though that side were the sea's surface and this side the sea's floor.
On the paper boat Heavenly Venerable You was silent, making no move at all.
Both sides had their misgivings; neither wished lightly to break this balance, nor to shatter the Yao Pond—or even the Heavenly Court itself—into pieces.
At that very moment Shen Mu at last drew out all of the great bloodline curse from within the body of Heavenly Venerable Yun: a blood-colored divine sense, which he forcibly bound upon the altar within Yun Jianli's primordial-embryo spirit treasury.
Shen Mu let out a breath of relief—when suddenly the blood-colored divine sense upon the altar congealed and became a hazy, indistinct figure, which gave a strange, unfathomable laugh: "Heh heh heh, which Creator is it that has pulled out my great bloodline curse? I never imagined there was another Creator in the Heavenly Court besides myself..."