Chapter 989 — That Venerable One Must Die
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 5
I was born precisely to take revenge upon him. Yet though I have imitated his arts in seven parts out of ten, I have no confidence at all in breaking them. " Shen Mu frowned and ventured, "You mean the Great Emperor is still alive?
But in the Great Void I clearly saw that the Great Emperor was dead; his flesh was trapped to death in the Supreme Consciousness Domain by Heavenly Venerable Yun and the Creators.
" Langwan shook her head, and her body shrank gradually until in no time she stood about his own height.
"The Great Emperor must still be alive.
In those years countless Creators sacrificed to him and shaped him into the mightiest being in the world, with the strongest flesh and the strongest consciousness; it is impossible that he was trapped to death there.
" She said softly, "He possesses a consciousness eternal and indestructible.
He can survive in any form whatsoever; even if he casts away his flesh, even if he casts away his soul, even if he casts away a portion of his consciousness, he can still live on. The Great Emperor who died in the Great Void was only a part of him; other parts of him still live on in the Ancestral Court. " Shen Mu's brows knit deeply.
At a level of cultivation such as the Crimson Emperor's, one could rely on an indestructible consciousness to endure forever, and unless that indestructible consciousness were ground away, there was no possibility of utterly destroying him. For a being like the Great Emperor, a monster shaped by countless Creators together, whose consciousness was stronger even than the Crimson Emperor's, to destroy him was truly difficult beyond measure.
"Why did the Great Emperor want to be rid of the Creators? " Shen Mu asked, perplexed. "Is he not of the same clan as you?
" "Because it was the Creators who made him; the Creators could make him, and could also make another. For the sake of his rule, he had to be rid of every Creator but himself. " Divine King Langwan stated a cold, hard fact. "By now more than half a year has passed outside.
You need to hurry. You have endless time to break this domain, and I will be here at your side.
Once I have laid down the Supreme Consciousness Domain, even I cannot walk out of it. " Shen Mu's heart wavered; he glanced at the girl beside him, then suddenly came to his senses and hastily shifted his gaze from her breasts, warning himself inwardly, "Shen Mu, Shen Mu, with no Long Pang at your side, you must keep yourself under control!
" He steadied his mind and did his best not to look at this woman of ice-white flesh and jade bones.
Shen Mu took out the Great Emperor's Seal and the Great Emperor's Altar.
Langwan shook her head. "Before the Great Emperor, bringing out those two treasures is simply seeking death.
" Shen Mu put the two treasures away and examined the Supreme Consciousness Domain in careful detail. The Supreme Consciousness Domain in the Great Void he had broken by relying on the Great Emperor's Seal and the Great Emperor's Altar; but now, without those two treasures, he found that he was utterly helpless before this domain. "There must be a way.
There must be a way. .
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" He paced back and forth, while overhead the sun rose and set, sun and moon trading places in their cycle.
"A year has passed," Divine King Langwan reminded him.
Panic rose in Shen Mu's heart, and then suddenly inspiration struck: in his hand appeared a peach-wood hairpin. Langwan looked at the hairpin, a doubtful expression coming over her face.
Shen Mu's primal energy burst forth; he channeled the peach-wood hairpin, stretched out his hand and made a slash.
The whole Supreme Consciousness Domain split cleanly open, the moon that had been racing across the sky abruptly halted, a scattering of stars hung in the east, and everything outside returned to normal.
Divine King Langwan was struck dumb, staring at the scene, unable to speak.