Chapter 1049 — Thrashing the Underworld Son of Heaven
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" A god in a bronze mask with bared fangs said, "Then Consort Yu.
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" "Kill her, of course. Make her death a gruesome one, and arrange her lower body properly — after all, the crown prince was drunk and lost control, and broke into the rear palace. " The Underworld Son of Heaven looked up at the vault of heaven and murmured, "His Majesty will be enraged, will execute Crown Prince Youming, and will send a punitive expedition against Xuanwu of the North.
All this is only to be expected. The other ancient gods will see it, and will have nothing to say. " He looked down at the unconscious crown prince and shook his head, sneering coldly. "You think your parents imprisoned you?
Fool — they were protecting you! Had they not imprisoned you for six hundred thousand years, you would long ago have died; you would not even have lived past the final years of Longhan!
When I loosed insects to gnaw the gourd vine, it was not for the gourd's sake. It was for you. I have watched you all this time, and now at last I can draw in the net.
" As he spoke, the Underworld Son of Heaven suddenly sensed that something was amiss.
The Heavenly River had split open, and beneath it appeared a vast eye, thousands upon thousands of times larger than the tower ship. The eye rolled and blinked, and then vanished.
The Underworld Son of Heaven frowned. Suddenly the sky split open, and there too appeared a vast eye, larger still than the strange eye in the river.
"No, no — this looks like my own divine art!
But that should not be my eye.
.
.
The last time I used this art was at Fengdu. . . " Cold sweat sprang out on the Underworld Son of Heaven's brow, and all at once he understood.
"That is my eye! My primordial spirit sensed that my thoughts and consciousness were trapped, and so it opened its eye to look!
Everything around me is false — someone has built an illusion around me! Break! " His cultivation burst forth, and at once Shen Mu's art of divine consciousness was torn open; the strange sights before his eyes vanished, and he found himself still aboard the tower ship, the music and dancing still going on, his own hand raising a cup to clink against Crown Prince Youming's — and it was at that very moment that he must have fallen under Shen Mu's art of divine consciousness!
"Whose divine consciousness could have bound my consciousness and built such an illusion around me without my knowing? Could it be that wretch Yan Shaoqing?
" He had scarcely thought this when the crown prince across from him was already ablaze with fury: the cup in his hand shattered, and the hand that had held it became a huge fist that smashed savagely into his handsome face! The Underworld Son of Heaven was arguably one of the finest-looking men under heaven, no less handsome than Master Dan; and now, struck by that fist, his whole face twisted and deformed, almost driven into his skull!
Crown Prince Youming, of Xuanwu's blood, had strength beyond measure; the blow blasted his primordial spirit clean out of his body, and the tower ship burst apart under the terrible force of that punch. The crown prince struck again, but the Underworld Son of Heaven's primordial spirit had already returned to his flesh; behind him four heavenly palaces leapt forth and took the blow head-on, and then a Nether Capital Heaven Gate appeared behind him, channeling the crown prince's dreadful fist-force into the gate. His body flew backward, passed through the gate, and when he emerged from the other side he was restored, his flesh bearing no injury whatsoever. "It cannot be Yan Shaoqing — Yan Shaoqing is still at the Lingxiao realm.
He has not the strength to bind my consciousness without my noticing. Could the Crimson Emperor have come back to life?