Chapter 989 — That Venerable One Must Die
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New stars poured ceaselessly out of those rivers, drawing them ever farther from Shen Mu and the sea of fire. Just then the sea of fire vanished of a sudden and became numberless magpies, which, chattering, flew across the star rivers and joined themselves into magpie bridges reaching the far shore. The magpie bridges reached the far shore, then abruptly raised their heads and each became a great serpent, opening sky-swallowing jaws to swallow the nine Creators. Startled, the nine Creators changed their consciousness again, reversed their arts, and turned them into nets to scoop up the serpents.
The nine great serpents slipped into the nets, then abruptly dissolved into rolling streams of consciousness that bored into the crowns of their heads.
The nine Creators' eyes flew open; they did not move at all, cold sweat pouring down their brows.
Shen Mu's consciousness had invaded their flesh, and he need only visualize some colossal thing to burst their bodies apart. "That will do!
" Divine King Langwan's voice came at just the right moment, and Shen Mu's consciousness immediately flew out of the nine Creators, became nine formless currents of air that flew back to the altar and bored into the center of Shen Mu's brow.
Langwan turned and said to the enormous head upon the throne beside her, "Divine King Shujun is indeed worthy of being one of the Ancient Age's Three Kings. A moment ago you even tried to deceive me into thinking you had never taught him; now it seems the Holy Infant's attainments in consciousness arts are not bad at all.
" Shujun looked utterly blank, and murmured, "I really did not. .
. Yes, that is right!
I am an Ancient Age Divine King; naturally I have my methods.
Teaching him a few shallow consciousness arts like these was careless work, but it is enough for him to deal with the Creators you have so painstakingly cultivated.
" His face betrayed nothing.
Divine King Langwan laughed softly and rose to her feet.
"The Holy Infant has already passed three great trials.
Those three trials were, one might say, not difficult at all; with the Holy Infant's status and abilities, he could naturally pass them with ease. The last one tests the Holy Infant's wisdom.
" With slow and graceful steps she came onto the altar, and light surged in the center of her brow like the gradual spreading of sunset clouds, transforming into a domain that enclosed Shen Mu within it.
Shen Mu's heart stirred slightly. Looking out through this domain, he saw that beyond the altar the movements of those Creators had become incomparably swift, fleeting as light and shadow.
He raised his head to the sky. The sun above now moved with incomparable speed as well, crossing from east to west almost in the blink of an eye; the sun sinking and the moon rising was likewise the work of an instant.
In the space of a mere blink, sun and moon had traded places three times over. "The Supreme Consciousness Domain! " Shen Mu was shaken to the core.
Divine King Langwan stood beside him and said softly, "This art domain is the supreme learning of the great enemy of my clan, the Creators.
The Holy Infant must be able, by his own wisdom, to break this art before he can be counted as having passed my test. Otherwise, even with the status of the Holy Infant, you will one day die beneath such an art. " Shen Mu said softly, "The Great Emperor?
" Divine King Langwan's heart gave a slight jolt, and she lowered her head to look at him. Compared with her, Shen Mu seemed very small indeed.
She was a Divine King among the Creators, her body vast, like an ancient goddess such as Lady Tianyin; at her feet Shen Mu seemed utterly insignificant.
"It is indeed the Great Emperor's art. " Langwan did not deny it.
"The Great Emperor betrayed my clan and all but exterminated it.
This blood feud, by whatever means, must be avenged.