Chapter 1009 — The Mighty Pass Stretches Long, Hard as Iron
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 3 of 4
In each heavenly palace sat an ancient deity, presiding over this vast heavenly court; countless ancient gods and demons, towering and hideous, like the most ancient sovereigns of this heaven and earth, held the fates of all living things in their grip. Shen Mu came walking on, and the whole of heaven and earth moved with him, pressing down upon Kaihuang with supreme force.
Starlight shone upon him; the great-dao runes of the ancient gods flickered in brilliant colors, mirrored upon his body, empowering him.
The Heaven Lord's Xuandu, the Earth Lord's Youdu, the Earth Mother's Yuandu, the Guixu of the Emperor's Consort and her sisters, Lady Tianyin's Tianyin Realm, the Four Poles Heavens of the four ancient god-emperors, and every ancient god besides, all of them reflected their great dao upon him and lent him their strength.
He was like an ancient god-emperor enthroned on high, possessed of matchless power, holding the life and death of every being in his hand! And Kaihuang, Kaihuang's era, Kaihuang's multitudes, were all ants to be crushed at a whim!
He possessed the strongest power in the world!
Kaihuang strode forward at a run, thrusting the Worry-Free Sword ahead of him with all his strength, one sword of the Thirty-Three Heavens, like a peerless warrior thrusting his sword at heaven. Boom, boom, boom!
One Southern Heavenly Gate after another rose up before him; he walked on with his sword, and with every gate he passed through his body seemed to bear the weight of a heavenly palace.
He passed through fourteen Southern Heavenly Gates in succession, then leapt up, and what met him was Shen Mu's fist. That huge fist held a power that struck despair into the heart; it smashed down his sword dao's Thirty-Three Heavens, smashed into his body, and struck him sprawling into the yellow sand.
At this sight the cheers in Kaihuang's heavenly court stopped dead; old ministers and new-generation gods and demons alike stared dumbly at the scene, at their hearts' invincible leader felled by a single punch. Then suddenly Kaihuang soared into the air, the Worry-Free Sword wheeling and flying around him, mirroring countless teleportation runes, turning his body into a stream of sword-light and teleportation light, racing around that vast heavenly court, weaving around the towering Shen Mu, searching for a weakness.
The cheers rose again, mighty waves of sound one after another: the people of Kaihuang's heavenly court were cheering Kaihuang, urging him on.
Kaihuang struck again, the Shangqing Realm sword domain erupting, and what met him was a huge palm, swatting him down as one swats a fly, slamming him hard into the ground! The cheers fell silent once more. Kaihuang clambered unsteadily to his feet, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, and raised his head to look at the towering figure in the heavenly court. With a roar he charged forward once more, sword in hand, fighting with all his might.
Boom!
He was struck to the ground again, harder than before, leaving his limbs limp and aching; he struggled a little, wanting to rise, but slumped back into the dust.
At last he climbed to his feet again, and looking at the fist roaring toward him, he barely lifted the Worry-Free Sword in his hand.
Crash!
He was smashed deep into the yellow desert, his body tumbling and rolling like a battered sack, raising wave upon wave of sand.
Shen Mu struck again and again, and below, the people of Kaihuang's heavenly court watched the scene in a daze; those blows of Shen Mu's seemed to fall not upon Kaihuang's body but upon theirs, shattering their worship, shattering their pride. "You want to reform? " The voice that came from Shen Mu's mouth was like a deity beyond the ninth heaven, aloof on high, utterly cold: "You want to change this world?
" "You? Of all people?
" "You, alone? " "Ridiculous!