Chapter 954 — This Man's Heart-Demon Tribulation
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 3 of 4
The two girls were as thick as glue and honey, calling each other 'sister' this and 'sister' that, sweet enough to cloy. Shen Mu very much looked forward to seeing these two women tear off their masks and come to blows — that would surely be far more explosive!
"These two women are laughing so merrily, the very picture of sisterly devotion — when they finally clash, it will be an absolutely magnificent show!
" The tower ship drew closer and closer to the halo of light shed by the Great Void, and at last arrived at the Great Void's edge.
The divine officer steering the ship bellowed: "Be on your guard, everyone! Keep the Neither-Thought-Nor-Non-Thought flowing at all times — never let it stop! " Everyone on board channeled the Buddhist art, holding their thoughts in the state of neither thought nor non-thought.
Shen Mu had never learned this art; he held fast to his original heart and kept the thoughts in his head single and pure. The tower ship flew straight into the halo, and the soft light quickly enfolded the three hundred or more people aboard.
Shen Mu at once felt faint, elusive ripples of thought.
So this light was thought condensed into radiance! But strangely, these thoughts contained not a single idea or intention — they were thought, pure and simple, like a person's bare and blank consciousness!
"How is this achieved? " He could not help wondering.
He knew something of the prehistoric Creators' cultivation methods — one could even say he knew more than most Heavenly Venerables and Imperial Throne powerhouses of the Heavenly Court; of course, he could not compare with a true Creator like Shu Jun. But he had long since figured out the principle behind the prehistoric Creators' cultivation: visualization.
They used visualization to make themselves mighty. Yet to visualize, one's divine consciousness must construct the object to be visualized — for instance, to visualize the Heavenly Duke, the mind builds the Heavenly Duke's form, and thereby grows stronger.
But the pure thoughts in the Great Void had condensed into light with not a single thought or idea inside them.
That was bizarre, beyond anything he knew. "Perhaps there are prehistoric Creators' cultivation methods I do not understand. " The moment this thought came to him, a prehistoric giant appeared ahead of the tower ship.
Its enormous palm reached out, caught the ship, lifted it, and bore it toward its gaping mouth!
Shen Mu's eyes went wide and his jaw dropped; most of those aboard were seeing such a sight for the first time, and for a moment panic reigned.
"Whose mind is running wild? " Luo Wushuang soared into the air, the divine blade at his back rasping from its sheath; with the blade in hand, he struck down at the prehistoric Creator!
The blade-light was peerlessly dazzling and overwhelming in power; it cut clean through the hand by which the Creator had seized the ship. Luo Wushuang raised the blade again, and its light swept across the Creator's throat!
He sheathed his blade, landed on the prow, and turned to say coldly: "Keep channeling the Neither-Thought-Nor-Non-Thought — under no circumstances stop! Otherwise more apparitions will come at us! And whose thoughts were impure?
" The words had hardly left his mouth when a pattering sound came from behind him.
Astonishment crossed Luo Wushuang's face. He turned around with difficulty, and there in the resplendent light of the Great Void, a chest with legs came pattering toward the ship.
Standing on the chest was a youth with a long sword slung across his back.
It was a youthful Shen Mu, his eyes bright as stars.
Luo Wushuang's body trembled; his one remaining hand trembled as well as it rose with difficulty to grip the hilt of the blade at his back.
This was his heart demon — the figure in his Dao-heart that he dreaded most of all.
Luo Wushuang gave a great shout, drew his blade, flew out of the ship, and charged at the youth on the chest.