Chapter 1018 — That Thin Eggshell
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 3 of 4
The Crown Prince of the Eastern Palace was overjoyed and hastily withdrew, stopping only when he reached a safe place, where he settled down to cultivate.
Shen Mu's gaze fell upon the center of the place where the Heavenly Lord was born. There purple qi hung thick and dense, and something seemed to float faintly within it, exerting an immense pull upon him.
"Whether the Ancient God Heavenly Lord and the other Ancient Gods were born of heaven and earth, or created by the Creators with their divine consciousness — I need only reach that place to know for certain!"
He felt the pulsing of the Great Dao here; its resonance was deep and long, letting him perceive more and more of the mysteries of the Heavenly Lord's Great Dao, and unravel more and more of its runes.
Countless subtle messages surged in and became his own knowledge within his mind.
In the Primal Spirit World of the Other Shore World, he had obtained the knowledge of the Creators and Primal Spirits there; but those Creators held no memory concerning the creation of the Ancient Gods.
In the ancient primordial era, most of the Creators had been wiped out by the Ancient Gods, breaking the transmission of their civilization; and after the Great Emperor's invasion of the Great Void, the heritage of the Creator race had come to contain many blank stretches.
Because Shen Mu had seen the ruins in the Blood Rust Zone, he suspected that the Creator race had created the Ancient Gods of ten thousand ages, and had then been destroyed by them.
But this was only a guess; whether it was truly so, he would have to see the birthplace of the Ancient God Heavenly Lord with his own eyes to know.
If only he could reach the deepest part of the purple light, he ought to learn this secret!
Shen Mu could hardly suppress his excitement. This secret might be known only to the Ten Heavenly Venerables and the Ancient God Heavenly Lord — and now he was about to know it too!
He walked on, drawing ever nearer to the mass of purple qi that gathered ten thousand rays of rosy light. Suddenly Shen Mu halted, frowned, and looked at the feet of the Heavenly Lord's fleshly body.
At some point, the legs of this incomparably powerful body had been cut and wounded by the rosy light and mist!
The muscles of those legs had been squeezed thin by a dreadful pressure!
"This is not, after all, the Ancient God Heavenly Lord's true fleshly body, but an imitation made by the creation artifacts of Zaofu Palace; it cannot compare with the true body of the Heavenly Lord."
Shen Mu frowned. The Heavenly Lord's body had been fashioned from the Heavenly Lord's Great Dao, and the Dao runes the Daoist sect of the Heavenly Court had developed were inscribed according to macro-divination, without any micro-divination.
A Heavenly Lord's body fashioned in this way was far inferior to the true one, whether in toughness or in power and might.
Having come this far, the imitation could scarcely hold out any longer.
Shen Mu tried to rouse the nearly two thousand sources of power within the Heavenly Lord's body, and only then did the oppressive Dao pressure of the birthplace ease a little; yet whether he could reach that place, even he was not certain.
He looked around and was slightly startled.
From where he stood, he could actually see Xuandu, Youdu, and even the Origin Realm spread out before him!
Nor was that all: the four poles of the universe and even the heavens and myriad worlds were all vividly clear, so distinct that they seemed very near, close enough to touch with a raised hand.
Shen Mu pondered a moment, then looked toward the distant mass of purple light. The thing floating within it was gradually becoming discernible in outline — like a cracked chicken egg; yet below it there was something else, hidden by the purple light.