Chapter 1029 — The Heavenly Emperor's Will
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"If the old do not strive, the young grieve in vain.
I wonder when Grandpa Tu will create a saber art at the Emperor Throne level? " Shen Mu stepped down from the Heavenly Dragon Treasure Chariot. From childhood he had trained under Zaifu, Lizheng, and others, and what he had learned was vast and varied; thus he had forged fifteen heavenly palaces. Among them, the Painting Dao Heavenly Palace, the Saber Dao Heavenly Palace, the Medicine Heavenly Palace, the Divine Power Heavenly Palace, the Forging Heavenly Palace, the Buddhist Dao Heavenly Palace, the Theft Heavenly Palace, and the Formation Heavenly Palace—these eight were all half-palaces, mere halves that could not take form.
Although Shen Mu later received the wisdom inheritance of the Creator race, entered the Dao through divine power, and successively opened the eight heavens of divine power, the Divine Power Heavenly Palace still could not be fully perfected. Among the teachings of the nine elders of the Village of Hidden Remnants, the only one that had been fully perfected was still the Sword Heavenly Palace—and this was not to Lizheng's credit, but because Shen Mu's comprehension of the Sword Dao was exceedingly high.
From childhood he had trained under Zaifu and the others, and he had been profoundly influenced by Zaifu, Grandpa Huo, and the rest; his Mystic Body Three-Core Art was likewise deeply shaped by them. Only if Zaifu, Grandpa Huo, and the others created arts at the Emperor Throne level could he draw nourishment from them and perfect these eight heavenly palaces of his.
Otherwise, it would be very difficult for Shen Mu to break through the Venerable God realm and cultivate into a True God. This time, as Shen Mu journeyed down into the mortal world, besides wishing to avoid the power struggles of the Heavenly Court, he had another plan: to urge and spur on Zaifu, Granny Zhu, the blind elder, and the other elders of the Village of Hidden Remnants to cultivate diligently, so that they might soon comprehend arts at the Emperor Throne level.
Although Yongjiang Academy had been renamed the Yongjiang Sect, it was no different from the Yongjiang Academy of old. These past days the scholars within were unusually excited, for they had been able to witness the confrontation of the Three Great Saber Gods.
The Heavenly Saber, Zaifu; the Demon Saber, Zhe Huali; and then there was this One-Armed Saber God who had appeared from nowhere.
The confrontation of the Three Great Saber Gods was a wondrous sight: Zaifu's Heavenly Saber was bold and unrestrained, Zhe Huali's Demon Saber was eerie and unfathomable, while the One-Armed Saber God's was exquisitely ingenious, and at the same time carried an extra measure of boldness. Before Shen Mu had even entered Yongjiang Academy, he saw the Three Great Saber Gods dueling in the sky and could not help but halt to watch. The saber light of the three saber gods was truly a dazzling spectacle, astonishing the world, cleaving the sky again and again and forming line after black line in the eyes of those who watched.
After five years without seeing him, the Demon Saber Zhe Huali's abilities had improved greatly; not only had his cultivation and strength advanced, but he had also attained extraordinary mastery in the Saber Dao. He had entered the Dao through the saber, and other Dao-entering moves had been developed that suited him even better.
Zhe Huali had studied under Luo Wushuang and also under Fu Riluo, a titan of the Demon Race.
He possessed both demonic and divine natures, yet for a long time he could not enter the Dao through the saber—until he met Zaifu and beheld the Heavenly Saber. Only then did he suddenly awaken, shatter the confusion in his heart, and enter the Dao through the saber.