Chapter 1251 — One Dance Topples a City
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Yu Wufei's hand snapped out and drew the long whip, which became a white dragon and lashed through the air at Shen Mu; at the same moment the women in the heavenly palace behind her roused their divine weapons one and all, and in an instant the sky was filled with flying snow, and within that whiteness divine weapon after divine weapon struck across the void with vast and terrible power. Boom—everything where Shen Mu stood burst apart. Yu Wufei's cultivation art was strange; the reason she kept those women with her was not for show, but because her art could fuse their mana into one and swell her own.
She had already been of the Lingxiao Realm, and since the women's cultivations had all reached the Yujing and Lingxiao Realms, her mana now pressed close upon that of an Imperial Throne powerhouse.
A moment before she had not stirred her art at all; she had taken Shen Mu for a child, low in realm and cultivation, and meant to pierce him through with a single finger and have done with it—only to have that finger blown apart by the vertical eye at his brow, leaving nothing but the bone. Now she was truly enraged, erupting with all her strength, giving Shen Mu not the slightest opening.
Yet when that dreadful tremor subsided and Yu Wufei swept her gaze around, Shen Mu was nowhere to be seen.
"Fled? " Yu Wufei snapped the white dragon; it coiled about her arm.
She stepped forward, about to see where he had gone, when suddenly a light shone down from the sky.
She jerked her head up.
The light in the heavens was like flame—the radiance of the vertical eye at Shen Mu's brow, shining down upon her, and even she felt her soul waver beneath it.
"The Book of Life and Death? " Yu Wufei was startled.
The Book of Life and Death was a treasure Yin Tianzi had refined for the Heavenly Court, to hold the life and death of all beings throughout the myriad heavens and worlds. Whoever was shone upon by the Book would have their name and image revealed; erasing a name from the death register could grant a man immortality, and a single stroke of the vermilion brush could take his life.
But the Book of Life and Death was exceedingly hard to refine.
Yin Tianzi had spent tens of thousands of years and produced only nine volumes of it—and Shen Mu was not shining the Book upon them, but his own eye. "His eye is the Book of Life and Death? Even Yin Tianzi never refined it to such a degree.
What is that eye at his brow? Why is its power so great?
" Yu Wufei hurriedly roused her art to contend against the Book of Life and Death, but she was a beat too late: two women of the Yujing Realm in her heavenly palace were shone upon, their names struck from the register of the living, and without a sound they died. Yu Wufei soared into the air, the white-dragon whip lashing out.
The whip swelled in the void, growing larger, longer, thicker, its dragon-cry rolling like thunder as it killed toward Shen Mu. Shen Mu met the blow head-on, but Yu Wufei's mana was shockingly strong, and the white-dragon whip was no small thing either: it had been refined from a white dragon of the Lingxiao Realm, long tempered by her, changing at her will.
One lash of it, and the dragon's reverse scales left Shen Mu's palms streaming blood. That blow struck him down out of the air, his body spinning like a top, unable to steady itself.
Whssh—his feet struck the ground, and suddenly the earth for a hundred li around twisted, as though some invisible force were wringing the soil and stone of those hundred li into a braided twist. The twisted ground surged upward at furious speed, like a spike thrusting at the sky. In this uncanny fashion Shen Mu dissolved the spiral force carried in Yu Wufei's white-dragon whip.
Then he pointed at his brow, and the divine sword spun swiftly before it, its tip like a drill bit.
"Kalpa-Opening Sword—" The vertical eye at Shen Mu's brow opened, and the Kalpa-Opening Sword flew at Yu Wufei through the air.