Chapter 1341 — The Primordial Supreme Sovereign
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The Grand Emperor's face was cold and grim. His skull gradually shrank as he strove to make his frame identical to that of any ordinary Creator.
Shen Mu said no more.
The Grand Emperor's eye twitched. In that moment he felt Shen Mu's gaze — Shen Mu's gaze passing through the twenty-seventh layer of void, falling upon him, finding his exact position.
The Grand Emperor shut his eyes and drove the Great Luo Supreme Divine Consciousness. At once all manner of radiance blazed through the twenty-seventh layer of void, and one deity after another surfaced, imprinting itself in turn into the apertures of his body.
This method greatly resembled Shen Mu's Chiming Divine Body Art — but compared to Shen Mu, he was the authentic article.
It was by learning his Great Luo Supreme Divine Consciousness that Shen Mu had joined it to the Way of Creation and forged the Chiming Divine Body Art.
Yet no matter how powerful Shen Mu's creation divine arts might be, he could never return to the primordial age and behold those ancient gods long dead.
The shadows of ancient gods stored within the apertures of Shen Mu's body were many, but only the Dao runes of three hundred sixty-five ancient gods were complete. The rest he had never even laid eyes on.
For those ancient gods had died before Long Han — utterly extinct.
In the war of the primordial age, the Creators who fell were many indeed, but the ancient gods who fell accounted for more than half of all ancient gods. In that time there had been over nineteen hundred ancient gods in all.
"I was honored as the Grand Emperor not merely through the sacrifices of the Creators, and honored as the strongest flesh not through their sacrifices either — but through my wisdom, through my depths."
He suddenly roared. One by one his long hairs withdrew from the void.
He stood in the twenty-seventh layer of void, his curling hair pulled straight and falling over his shoulders; his sinewy frame was savage, brimming with vast and surging power.
He bared his chest — the most perfect of all Creator flesh, its muscle lines bearing the perfection of number and measure, carrying a terrifying beauty. It was his pride.
He was the handsome man of the prehistoric Creator race, the wisest and strongest of them all. Beside him, Boyang's world-weariness, Gongyun's loveliness, Shujun's boldness amounted to nothing.
By his own virility, his own strength, his own wisdom and charisma, he had conquered the Creators of the prehistoric age, made the Three Kings submit, made the ancient gods bow, and become the Grand Emperor.
Since the end of the primordial age, when he was defeated by the Celestial Emperor Taichu, he had seldom wielded his wisdom and strength to fight with all his might, to strive with all his power. He had grown used to dispersing his strength — becoming Dahong, becoming Ming Fangyu, becoming Consort Qiang — scheming, plotting, grasping at power and influence.
But now he would resurrect the virility of the Creator, the masculine beauty of the Creator, and crush Shen Mu — crush this greenhorn boy.
He waited quietly for Shen Mu's arrival.
Whoosh—
The Ark of the Other Shore crossed the void and appeared before him. Shen Mu stood at the prow, his robes snapping in the wind, and only when the ark came to rest did the snapping cloth fall still.
"Heavenly Venerable Mu," the Grand Emperor said, his voice deep and resonant.
Shen Mu inclined his head slightly: "Grand Emperor."
"Please."
"Please."
The Grand Emperor bellowed. Within his sinewy frame more than nineteen hundred ancient gods marshaled their power as one, making his body a blur of light and shadow, grinding the twenty-seventh layer of void into ceaseless ruin.
The next instant he was before Shen Mu. The overlord of the primordial age, the one and only emperor — all his domineering force lay within a single fist.
He struck.
BOOM!