Chapter 1105 — Dragon Han's Foremost Heavenly Master
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"The one who set formations for the Dark Turtle Heavenly Palace has surpassing wisdom," he said. "Many of these formations I cannot quite see through.
If I could but exchange views with this great formation master, it would be a consolation for my whole life! Could it be Crown Prince Youming?
He has hidden his depths!
" He grew excited, his blood surging, and laughed heartily: "I will direct the armies to break the formations, and match wits with this formation master! " His robes fluttered as he declaimed with impassioned fervor: "The most beautiful language in the world is numerology! Formations made from numerology are the most magnificent poems in the world!
To make friends through numbers with the finest language and the grandest poems—this life is enough!
" He laughed aloud, marshaled the formations of the various armies, and attacked into the Azure Sky Canopy of Colored Glass! The military power of the Dark Turtle Heavenly Palace was beneath notice; the Dark Turtle-blooded disciples inside its halls were not high in cultivation.
But with the Azure Sky Canopy of Colored Glass—the foremost supreme treasure—even millions of gods and demons found it hard to enter.
Yet to bring out the treasure's full potential required a person of heaven-reaching intellect. Under Shen Mu's direction, Dragon Qilin immediately shifted and altered the formations, formation against formation.
Shang Pingyin, the foremost Heavenly Master of Heaven, was bubbling with fervor—as the saying goes, a chess player meets his match, a general meets his equal.
This battle gave him a sense of having met a kindred spirit.
Commanding the Heavenly River Navy, Northfall Gate, and the Divine Martial Twin Guards, he used formation to break formation, carrying the formation arts of Dragon Han to their extreme! But the Dark Turtle Heavenly Palace was like a colossal numerology computing engine: various formations interlaced, shifted, and endlessly changed. The formation master within was so capable and so wise that he blocked every disposition Shang Pingyin set and broke them all.
Among the armies of Heaven, the strongest were the Ten Guards; any single god or demon among the Ten Guards could be made a commander of any other army. Yet even such a powerful host, charging into the Azure Sky Canopy of Colored Glass, suffered heavy casualties! Shang Pingyin grew even more excited, his spirit even more exalted, his mind whirling.
He ignored the casualties and focused single-mindedly on competing with the master inside the palace, to prove each other's cultivation. The water of the Heavenly River was dyed red with countless corpses of gods and demons, nearly becoming a crimson river winding through the endless starry sky.
The battle lasted from morning to night and from night to day. For several days and nights without stop, Shang Pingyin remained raging with excitement, changing his formations and urging the armies onward into the canopy.
His intelligence was such that he continuously broke through one heaven after another, fighting from the first heaven to the twenty-sixth, and was on the verge of breaking through the twenty-eight heavens of the Azure Sky Canopy to enter the Dark Turtle Heavenly Palace! By then, the armies had lost half their numbers!
The disciples within the Dark Turtle Heavenly Palace likewise suffered terrible losses.
After all, Dragon Qilin was not Shen Mu; although he had Shen Mu's guidance to improvise, he was always half a beat too slow. Moreover, Shen Mu's divine consciousness was so severely injured that he was sometimes unconscious and sometimes awake; thus the descendants of the Dark Turtle inevitably fell.
Shen Mu mobilized his divine consciousness to contend with Shang Pingyin, the foremost Heavenly Master of Dragon Han, and the drain on his consciousness was enormous, leaving his condition worse and worse, in constant peril of annihilation.