Chapter 1289 — Erase His Name, Ruin His Form
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 1 of 3
The instant Heavenly Venerable Hao touched those rays of light it was as though lightning had struck him; the primordial spirit within the Daluo Heaven of his divine consciousness trembled without cease, and the Seven Soul Grass drew yet more of its energy away.
This Seven Soul Grass was a holy relic of the Creator, and now it had very nearly eaten its fill; its whole body gave off a milk-white radiance — it could swallow no more.
The Seven Soul Grass flew out of the Daluo Heaven of divine consciousness, bored out from between Heavenly Venerable Hao's brows, and with a single swish plunged into the earth and vanished without a trace.
"Little Grass, you truly are useless!"
The Tubo that Shen Mu had become came striding over, vast demon qi rolling about him. With a lift of his hand the Great Dao of Youdu turned into the Nether River, and the Nether River became a long whip that cracked across Heavenly Venerable Hao's body, spinning him like a top, whirling him this way and that through the great Youdu formation, so that he crashed again and again into one shaft of demonic light after another!
Within the Daluo Heaven of divine consciousness, black smoke poured from Heavenly Venerable Hao's soul. This whip was a whip that lashed souls and scourged primordial spirits; and those demonic lights were demonic lights that refined souls and primordial spirits. Shen Mu was plainly borrowing the favorable ground of Youdu to refine his primordial spirit and his soul together!
Shen Mu swung the whip and lashed down without pause. Hao had no way at all to evade; the wounds to his primordial spirit grew heavier and heavier. Within the Great Emperor's Daluo Heaven of divine consciousness his primordial spirit could still have held out, but with Shen Mu's attacks aimed squarely at the primordial spirit piled on top of it, he felt his primordial spirit withering at a furious speed!
Shen Mu's aim was not to destroy his primordial spirit by his own strength alone; nor could Shen Mu destroy it. Even another dozen stalks of Seven Soul Grass could not drain dry the energy within that primordial spirit.
Shen Mu's aim was to weaken his primordial spirit, and let the Great Emperor's Daluo Heaven of divine consciousness destroy him!
A profound dread took hold of Heavenly Venerable Hao. Shen Mu's cunning was too terrible, too deep; he borrowed every force that could be borrowed, all for the single purpose of putting Hao to death!
Yet the greater crisis was that his cultivation could no longer be held down.
If this went on, the chaotic energies within his body would surely blast him to powder, scattering his soul and extinguishing his spirit!
Whoosh —
He dispersed another heavenly palace, and then another; in the space of a few short moments, Heavenly Venerable Hao dispersed ten heavenly palaces outright, no longer grudging the loss of that cultivation.
Once those heavenly palaces were dispersed, the feeling of being on the verge of bursting at any moment eased somewhat.
His heart was bleeding. How long it would take him to cultivate those heavenly palaces back, he did not know; yet it was precisely because he had dispersed them that he had won himself a sliver of breathing room.
Then came a thunderous boom: he smashed through a great cluster of black pillars and forced his way out of the great Youdu formation.
Behind him, Shen Mu raised a fist the size of a mountain and drove it into the small of his back, sending him tumbling to the ground and rolling end over end into the distance.
Crack —
The long whip of the Nether River swept in. Caught in midair, Heavenly Venerable Hao was lashed until blood streamed from all seven of his orifices and he spun madly, the blood from those orifices flying round his body in circuit after circuit.