Chapter 1333 — Sovereign of All Beasts
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Lan Yutian had no particular impression of these worldly morals and saw nothing amiss in them; Xu Shenghua wore the same expression the year round and betrayed no change of countenance either; the other followers, however, broke into an uproar. "The reason the Great Emperor is so set on doing away with Divine Emperor Langxuan is that Gong Yun dashed to death the son she bore the Great Emperor, yet left alive Langxuan, the son she bore Taichu.
" "That is precisely the reason," said Tai Yi. "The Great Emperor has always loathed the sight of Langxuan.
He reasoned that if his own son by Gong Yun was dead, then Taichu's son by Gong Yun must die as well. " "Truly, the Primordial Age was a tangle," said Xu Shenghua.
Tai Yi laughed.
"It has always been a tangle.
You see Langxuan now taking a beating with no chance to strike back, but the next moment it will be the Great Emperor who takes the beating. " Everyone raised their heads and looked up into the sky.
This was the Sea of Chaos; sheltered by the Sea of Chaos and by Tai Yi's staff, they remained untouched no matter how ferocious the battle above. Indeed, as the Great Emperor had said, Divine Emperor Langxuan had failed to fully fuse the Way of Divine Consciousness with the Innate Primordial Qi.
He had comprehended only that one move; turn it over as he might, his primordial spirit possessed but a single divine art, called the One Finger of Divine Origin. The One Finger of Divine Origin was the first of the Taichu divine arts.
Not to speak of Heavenly Venerable Hao, even the Heavenly Emperor Taichu himself did not possess this art; alas, the Great Emperor was now on his guard, and the move could hardly take effect. Divine Emperor Langxuan was trapped in a passive beating; his neck had nearly been severed by the Great Emperor, and facing him his wounds grew ever graver.
Fortunately he had the One Finger of Divine Origin, a great divine art that gave him the power to threaten the Great Emperor; otherwise his defeat would have come faster and more miserably. And deep in the void, Shen Mu employed his own great divine art, the Ferry of the Other Shore Divine Ark, crossing the void in flight, threading through the twenty-ninth layer of the void, so that the pressure of the void could do nothing to him.
Yet if he dispersed this great divine art, he could not remain in the twenty-ninth void; the pressure was too great and would endanger his very self.
His divine art was like an ark to the other shore; standing at the prow of that ark-shaped power, he watched the battle between the Great Emperor and Langxuan and said in amazement, "Divine Emperor Langxuan is remarkable after all. This move of his must be a divine art evolved from the finger strike with which God King Gong Yun gouged out the vertical eye from the Great Emperor's brow, and fused with the Innate Primordial Qi besides. Truly formidable!
" The ten Heavenly Venerables each had their own divine arts, each with something to make one's eyes light up.
First there was Heavenly Venerable Hao, who had overpowered the Great Emperor, shifting between the Way of Guixu and the Innate Primordial Qi like one and zero, in a manner beyond all fathoming.
Then came Divine Emperor Langxuan's One Finger of Divine Origin, revealing the might of the Taichu Great Way for the first time — brilliance overflowing.
He watched with keen relish. Just as Langxuan was about to be killed under the Great Emperor's assault, the sky suddenly blazed with incomparable brilliance: the forty-nine treasures of the heavenly dao came crashing down at once, each treasure bursting with the might of the heavenly dao, battering the Great Emperor until his body swayed and his steps faltered. "The Ancestral God King has struck!
" Shen Mu clenched his fists in elation — but at that very moment the Other Shore Divine Ark beneath his feet turned ethereal and vanished.