Chapter 960 — You Are Indeed a Somebody
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
Shen Mu stared. In his mind came Shu Jun's laughter: "With your present strength, you would make creations? You are far from it. Your present attainment in consciousness is only that of a low-grade Creator — that is, a tiny bit stronger than a newborn babe of our race."
Shen Mu's face darkened, and he went down the mountain together with Luo Wushuang.
The Primal Wood Core was still lodged in Luo Wushuang's brow, and he moved with difficulty; but fortunately he was, after all, a great master of the Lingxiao realm, and his foundation was still there — urging the primal qi within his divine treasury, his pace was no slower than Shen Mu's.
"Those young Heavenly Court masters who fell from the sky will surely notice that palace complex as well, and they will surely head there too. You are walking into the net." Luo Wushuang, marking the direction he took, warned him.
Shen Mu shook his head: "By the time we arrive, my wounds will be seven or eight parts healed."
Luo Wushuang warned: "There are many who want you dead, and no few who lived through it aboard the ship. Those who could survive perils like the Road of the Great Void are all men of tremendous strength — most of them true gods! Their strength is no worse than An Qingyu's, and some are stronger."
Shen Mu laughed: "Luo the Divine Blade has always hated me to the marrow and wished me dead, so why do you now fret over my safety instead?"
Luo Wushuang gave a cold hum and said indifferently: "I only do not wish you to die by another's hand. You have not yet been defeated beneath my blade. Shen the Overlord Body, do not be too pleased with yourself — the Heavenly Court brims with the strong, and young talents come forth in endless succession. Who knows but that one of them may have mastered the arts of the Great Heavenly Court!"
Shen Mu's heart went cold, and he could not help thinking of Lian Huanhun.
Aboard the ship, Lian Huanhun had told him that she cultivated and fused eighteen Emperor Throne arts, and Yun Chuxiu had said that Lian Huanhun had comprehended the arts of the Great Heavenly Court.
And indeed Lian Huanhun's strength was truly great: though at the time he had been healing Luo Wushuang, a single blow from Lian Huanhun had shattered his four arms — a formidable accomplishment indeed!
A woman who was only at the Spirit Bridge realm, who had never undergone the Jingping Reform, who had never opened a celestial-river divine treasury, could with the arts of the Great Heavenly Court sever Shen Mu's four arms in a single blow — Lian Huanhun's Great Heavenly Court arts were truly no small matter.
"If it is a true god who cultivates the Great Heavenly Court arts, then I certainly cannot beat him. If I too could comprehend my own Great Heavenly Court arts..."
Shen Mu shook his head. The Emperor Throne arts were for the most part gathered in the hands of the Heavenly Court's Ten Heavenly Venerables — would the Ten Heavenly Venerables ever teach him the Emperor Throne arts they had taken such pains to collect?
And more to the point, his primal-embryo divine treasury had no heavenly palace, while the greatest strength of the Great Heavenly Court arts lay in their terrifying number of heavenly palaces, their immense magic power, and their mastery of more dao arts.
"What am I to do without a heavenly palace?" he could not help fretting.
Not long after the two had gone, the pool beneath the waterfall suddenly exploded; the divine dragon Shen Mu had visualized crawled out of the pool, shaking its head and wagging its tail, sniffing this way and that, and caught Shen Mu's scent.
"Maha!"
The divine dragon was delighted, leaping again and again; after going some distance it would lie down and sniff, following Shen Mu's scent in pursuit the whole way.