Chapter 1122 — A Fingertip Lightly Pressing Her Vermilion Lips
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In time to come, he would surely have to step onto the Blade Dao's God-Slaying Terrace and endure the slaying stroke of two divine blades!
Whether he could bear it—of that he had no confidence at all.
Shen Mu steadied his heart, and his primal spirit entered the Southern Heaven's Gate of the Blade Dao's Heavenly Palace, passing straight through it to feel the blade-dao majesty of the Southern Heaven's Gate. His cultivation rose once more, his True God realm consolidated another degree, and understandings of the Blade Dao came crowding into his mind from every side.
A long while later, having absorbed those insights into the Blade Dao, Shen Mu opened his eyes and said: "On this return of mine, I've brought back some treasures. Grandpa Butcher, you and the others look for yourselves whether there's anything of use to you.
" He waved his palm, and it spread over the vault of heaven and formed a sealed space; from it he took out the various exotic treasures of the Ancestral Court that he had stolen from Zhaoyang Hall. Everyone was startled.
Gazing at each ancestral-court treasure hovering in the air on its own power, the Silent Craftsman was stirred beyond measure; with trembling hands he stroked a bright pearl, and the pearl hummed and quivered, mirroring within itself mountains and rivers. The Silent Craftsman murmured: "Shen'er, did you empty out the Heavenly Emperor's treasure house?
" "Mm! " Shen Mu answered cheerfully. "That's our boy!
" The three elders raised their thumbs and praised in unison: "Worthy of the Lame Elder's teaching!
" "I've also got some roots here—tendrils of the Earth Mother Yuanjun, roots of the Yuan Wood.
No small thing either; not a whit inferior to these treasures.
" Shen Mu brought out a great many Yuan Wood roots and said: "The Yuan Wood is a treasure tree of the Ancestral Court as well; forging it into an Emperor-Seat divine weapon is no trouble at all.
Whichever ones the three grandpas need, just take them. By the way—have you run into Crown Prince Youming?
" "Crown Prince Youming? " The Butcher and the others thought a moment; Shen Mu drew a portrait of Crown Prince Youming, and only then did they recognize him, saying: "So that's Crown Prince Youming. He's a plain, honest sort.
He came to the capital of Jingping earlier and told the Emperor he had been sent by the Northern Emperor to swear allegiance.
The Northern Emperor also sent along a batch of men and women, strange-looking folk, carrying over three hundred Five Thunder Gourds. " Shen Mu laughed: "That's him! He's the Northern Emperor's son, an existence of the Emperor-Seat realm. And where does he hold office now? " "The Emperor tested him for a while and felt he had no ability.
His realm was very high, but everything he knew was out of date, far too ancient. " The Blind Elder fetched a Yuan Wood root, well pleased with it, and said: "So the Emperor sent him round to the various academies and study halls to compile and copy out all manner of cultivation methods and texts.
Where he's got to now, no one knows. " Crown Prince Youming was one of the few Emperor-Seat realm powerhouses of the Longhan era; yet here in Lingyuxiu he had become a man of no ability—it was enough to make a person laugh and weep at once.
Still, it was only natural. Though Crown Prince Youming's talent was exceedingly high, he had been suppressed for six hundred thousand years with no contact with the outside world; his divine abilities were still the divine abilities of six hundred thousand years ago. For all that his realm was high—the highest cultivation realm in all Jingping—his usefulness to Jingping was not great.