Chapter 975 — Power That Reaches Heaven
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
His momentum carved a deep blade-scar into the golden desert before them; the scar stretched onward, and on either side of it the air it stirred up formed tornado after tornado, howling and spinning, whirling golden sand up into the sky.
Within the tornadoes countless blades of light darted wildly; that was his blade art.
Shen Mu gazed far across the desert and saw dunes of golden sand shaped like crescent moons, all facing the same direction. He praised, "The Creators' craft is wondrous; they made this golden desert, a scene of magnificent and strange beauty."
His momentum burst forth, his qi and blood surging and soaring, like a boundless ocean, like fire fed with oil, burning youth and hot blood to the full.
Suddenly his sea of qi and blood stood upright, like a great banner of iron and blood abruptly unfurled, sweeping across the sky!
The Jingping Reform must be forged of iron and blood!
The two momentums clashed. In the space of a single instant, Luo Wushuang sensed within Shen Mu's momentum that spirit of the age, the spirit of overturning heaven and earth, of sweeping away the old and establishing the new!
That spirit did not belong to Shen Mu; it belonged to Jingping, to the essence and spirit of an age!
He was not stealing Jingping's spirit of the age, but had nurtured it within the great tide of the Jingping Reform, a revolution fierce as fire, a reform surging like a river.
The river runs on; when it meets a barrier it rises, drowning all that is old.
The fire blazes; a single spark can set the prairie aflame, burning all that is rotten.
"Supreme Emperor Overlord Body, please!"
Luo Wushuang struck, bold and unconstrained. In the desert, among the golden sand, the blade-light was like a rainbow; his blade opened a whole heaven, and cut at Shen Mu!
Shen Mu raised his hand; sword-light rose. Blade and sword clashed; the two men's power erupted; their bodies crashed together, blade and sword ringing in chorus!
The next moment the might within blade and sword burst out and flung them apart.
Luo Wushuang's figure fell back; he laughed aloud, and even as Shen Mu retreated he cut at him with a blade, splitting apart Shen Mu's momentum however magnificent and vast it might be!
Shen Mu thrust his sword; the sword-light stirred up a flood of golden desert, and countless dunes were swept up by it, turning into a golden passage that grew madly forward, and at the end of that passage was Luo Wushuang, a sight to make the heart quail.
Luo Wushuang's blade-light cut into that passage of golden sand; countless blades and swords clashed within it, pierced through the passage, and became a rain of blades and swords across the sky.
Luo Wushuang strode forward at a run, breaking through the rain of blades and swords ahead. Each level of the blade path was a heaven; every blade he struck formed a heaven of the blade path. By the time he had killed his way to Shen Mu, fourteen heavens of the blade path had gathered into an overwhelming might, and it fell upon Shen Mu!
In the Heavenly Court his blade art had no rival left; well did he deserve the name of the Heavenly Court's foremost divine blade!
Just as his divine blade fell, heaven and earth suddenly became utterly still. Countless strands of starlight emerged from the sky, and the golden desert beneath Shen Mu's feet revolved, becoming a diagram of the Supreme Ultimate divided into black and white.
Luo Wushuang's heart jumped. He saw a sun rise from that black-and-white desert, and a moon sink.
Behind Shen Mu, the Primordial Tree grew lush and ever taller.
"Divine flesh as one, the primordial spirit and the body united?"
Luo Wushuang swung his blade down and shouted in anger, "However great your divine powers, you cannot withstand my divine blade!"
Shen Mu raised his sword, pierced through heaven after heaven of the blade path, and pointed it straight at his brow!