Chapter 944 — Bloodshed at the Ancestral King Palace
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This trip to the Heavenly Court is only to revisit old haunts and meet old friends. " With that, he cast a covert glance at the hot-blooded young disciples of the Ancestral God King.
Those youths were unexpectedly good-tempered, their faces wreathed in smiles.
Dan Fenglai grew even more solicitous: "Your Venerable's health is unwell, but heaven protects the good. It seems this illness comes and goes in turns—a tricky complaint indeed.
I hear Your Venerable cut a swath of carnage through Langxuan Divine Palace, a most impressive feat, from which it seems the illness was in remission then.
" So saying, he laughed heartily. Shen Mu laughed heartily too, his voice full and strong. Dan Fenglai sneered inwardly: "This shameless wretch cannot even blush! " Yet he could not help admiring Shen Mu's mastery of the face, and he instructed the junior apprentices: "Attend carefully to His Venerable.
I will summon some powerful fighters to ensure his safety.
" They all acknowledged and pressed close around Shen Mu's party, showing them the splendor of the Ancestral King Palace.
Dan Fenglai then mobilized the gods and demons within the palace, spreading nets in the sky and laying snares on the ground, lest someone come in a surprise attack and pin the blame on the Ancestral God King. When he had finished making arrangements, he went to look for Shen Mu. A disciple told him: "Senior Brother, Heavenly Venerable Mu has opened an altar and is preaching, teaching divine arts and Dao techniques at the Abyss-Facing Terrace; all the brothers have run over there. " "Preaching at the Abyss-Facing Terrace?
What medicine is that fellow selling from his gourd?
" Dan Fenglai hurried to the Abyss-Facing Terrace and saw a sea of people around it, all disciples of the Ancestral King Palace, seated below the terrace listening to the one above expound the Dao.
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That is precisely why reform is needed: abolish the Divine Bridge Treasury, open the Heavenly River Treasury—the Heavenly River Treasury is the true orthodoxy. Look around, which of you at the same realm is a match for me?
It is not because I am Heavenly Venerable Mu that I am stronger than you. The reason I am so strong is precisely that I opened the Heavenly River Treasury.
What I now teach you is what the Ancestral Heavenly Venerable cannot teach!
Now I will teach you how to sense the power of the Heavenly River. .
. " At this Dan Fenglai was a little puzzled: "This plague god truly is preaching and expounding the Dao, only he seems to have gone mad, raving about reforms and abolishing the Divine Bridge and such nonsense. Let me hear how he goes on boasting; I need only guard the surroundings lest an enemy slips in to do him harm. " He took out a bottle, opened the stopper, and tipped it gently. Countless glass beads the size of fingertips poured out, swelled as they met the wind, and flew into the sky, turning into round after round of dazzling suns; from each sun flew a three-legged golden crow, carrying the sun on its back as it soared aloft.
Those golden crows were mighty creatures; they beat their wings, tore open the void, and burrowed into the depths of space, lurking there to watch every subtle movement. Dan Fenglai stood on a hilltop not far away, and all that the three-legged golden crows beheld was clearly reflected in his mind. With nets in the sky and snares on the ground, the Ancestral King Palace was sealed as tight as an iron bucket—no one could infiltrate it without his knowledge! He kept his guard all about while Shen Mu's voice drifted to his ears, and yet even he, without realizing it, listened in rapt attention, thinking: "This plague god does have some unique insights after all.
This method of his, sensing the power of the Heavenly River to open the Heavenly River Treasury, is indeed quite feasible. With talent high enough, one truly could open the Heavenly River Treasury. But before that, one must first abolish the Divine Bridge Treasury. .
. Not good!