Chapter 1103 — Secretly Devising a Poisonous Scheme Against the Nether Lord
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The Navy's formation was savage beyond measure. Tower ship after tower ship drove through the flood, divine artifacts appearing without end, their power redoubled once joined with the formation.
Even the Nether Lord's primordial divine insects were ground away by the formation—who knew how many perished. He summoned his Nether Capital Heaven Gate, but the gate had never been completed; no sooner was it raised than it burst into pieces under the formation's awful might!
"Nether Sea, rise! " Blood in his mouth, the Nether Lord howled: "I may not be a Heavenly Venerable, but I am no man of empty fame! " Whoosh—a vast Nether Sea came surging out of the void, waves churning, blood-light roiling within. One towering corpse of god or demon after another rose slowly from the deep, howling in fury, ready to tear into the Heavenly River Navy.
Though the Nether Lord's cultivation had not yet reached full maturity, the future form of his divine arts was already visible in what he did now.
He commanded the Great Way of the Nether Capital with mastery over soul-craft that was terrible to behold. Whether the Nether Sea or the Nether Capital Heaven Gate, both drew upon an immense body of nether-capital lore, even reaching into the path of reincarnation.
One could say he had broken beyond the traditional Great Way of the Nether Capital and built a towering edifice of his own.
Aboard those great naval vessels, mighty demigod commanders sneered. They lifted their palms and slashed them down as one: "Sacrifice the Sea-Calming Divine Needles! " Thud!
Thud! Thud!
Giant iron pillars dropped from the sky and drove into the Nether Sea, stilling it at once. The divine and demon corpses that had just risen halted; pressed down by the weight, one by one they sank beneath the waves. The Nether Sea was smooth and calm—not the faintest ripple stirred. The Nether Lord spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to his knees with a thud.
He was just about to plead for mercy from the Navy when the Azure Sky Canopy of Colored Glass opened a crack. Crown Prince Youming reached out a huge hand and pulled him inside.
Dragon Qilin said with regret, "Brother, we should have waited a little longer.
. . " "If we'd waited any longer, Brother Yin would have died!
" Crown Prince Youming was full of apology.
Blushing, he said to the Nether Lord: "I wronged you, brother. I never dreamed you were so loyal and righteous, so ready to lay down your life for my Black Tortoise Heaven Palace. Your courage puts me to shame.
" The Nether Lord gave him a feeble glare, blood surging from his mouth in gushes; he nearly choked and fainted.
The Nether Sea he had painstakingly refined for more than a hundred thousand years had been suppressed by the Heavenly River Navy, and his Nether Capital Heaven Gate had been smashed by them too.
One could say he had lost the better half of all he owned. 'If I can't squeeze a fat load of spoils out of that fool son of the Black Tortoise, I'll have lost everything,' he thought. He tried to rally, but his wounds were too heavy; his breath flagged and faltered.
Crown Prince Youming hastily supported him and introduced Dragon Qilin and the others. "This is Brother Dragon.
These are descendants of the East Emperor. And this is my cousin, a princess of the South Emperor's house.
" The Nether Lord fixed his gaze on Dragon Qilin and sneered: "Brother, your friends here won't even speak their true names. I suspect treachery.
" Yan'er grew anxious.
In later days, when Shen Mu paid a visit to the North Emperor, Crown Prince Youming had met them—but he had never seen Dragon Qilin in his human form, and the Yan'er of that age had been neither plump nor thin, her figure graceful, nothing like the plump girl before him now. If they gave their true names now, wouldn't the Crown Prince recognize them in the later age? Dragon Qilin, however, was perfectly composed.