Chapter 1062 — All of You Are My Disciples
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 3 of 5
Demigods were uniquely favored by heaven, born with formidable strength; from birth they were stronger than humans, and as they grew, the gap between humans and them only widened.
By adulthood, the laws of heaven and earth's Great Dao that they grasped grew stronger and stronger.
In the past, they had suffered birth, aging, sickness, and death, but now that the nine human Heavenly Venerables had created the seven realms of the Heavenly Palace, they needed only to cultivate to the Venerable God realm to live forever and remain at their peak eternally. The sight of thousands upon thousands of demigods charging was enough to make one shudder, and despair rose in Heavenly Venerable Moon's heart.
Though she was one of the human race's Heavenly Venerables, she too was still groping through the Heavenly Palace realms; the Heavenly Venerables of this age were not the strongest beings in the world.
On the contrary, demigods whose strength surpassed the Heavenly Venerables were too numerous to count, as many as the hairs on an ox. Luo Xiao, the Creator, also changed color.
According to the memories of the Creators' ancestors, the campaign in which the Ancient Gods had strangled the Creator race had indeed used countless demigods to charge into them! He had not personally experienced the dreadful scene of mature demigods who commanded the laws of the Dao surging toward the Creators, but he had seen it in the memories of his forebears.
"No wonder we lost. .
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" he thought. "Demigods reproduce more quickly than we do, their Dao is manifold, their races are many, and they mature with frightening speed. For our Creator race to return to our homeland, I fear it will be exceedingly difficult.
" Just as this thought occurred to him, Shen Mu's voice rang out: "Heavenly Venerable Yu did not teach me the seven realms of the Heavenly Palace while he was alive, nor did he teach me how to become a god. " He raised his hand, darkness surged through the Langxuan Divine Palace, and the power of the Great Dao of the Nether Capital appeared in the Primordial Realm.
Shen Mu said calmly, "I was the one who created the path to godhood, comprehended the realms of the Heavenly Palace, and taught them to sentient beings.
You. . .
" A bit of pride showed on his face.
"Were taught by me!
" The fingers of his hand spread open, and the Heaven-Bearing Gate stood within the Langxuan Divine Palace. Wherever it passed, countless demigods who had seemed immensely powerful instantly lost their primordial spirits, their souls were cast into the Nether Capital, and they died unnatural deaths. A rain of corpses fell, smashing through one palace after another and toppling wall after wall in the Langxuan Divine Palace.
Shen Mu closed his five fingers heavily, the demonic qi of the Nether Capital howled into the Heaven-Bearing Gate, and the gate vanished. He continued forward, walking along the Divine Emperor's arm until he stood before the Divine Emperor Langxuan, and said with no expression, "Langxuan, even your Heavenly Palace was taught by me. " A flicker of panic appeared on the Divine Emperor's massive face; then his body shrank at tremendous speed, his aura grew stronger and stronger, and streams of Dao-light burst from his body, flinging Shen Mu and the others away.
His power was indeed terrifying, far surpassing Shen Mu's, but he had not the slightest confidence that he could deal with Shen Mu, because any attack he made was a flaw in Shen Mu's eyes. And Shen Mu's divine arts—he could not understand them! If it truly came to a fight, he had faces on all four sides and eight arms, and with his combat power he had no fear of Shen Mu; yet Shen Mu had no need to fear him either!
Light flashed around Shen Mu and the others, and they appeared before him again.
"Can we talk now? " A smile appeared on Shen Mu's expressionless face, then spread wider, and he spoke with complete amiability.