Chapter 1412 — Venerable Hong Shackled
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The Ancestral Court within his Divine Treasury, too, was crumbling and collapsing without cease. Venerable Hong's power was too great; even a single simple punch was enough to destroy a powerhouse of Imperial Throne level, to destroy everything that opponent possessed.
"Venerable Mu, do you see reality now?
" That vast and majestic punch of Venerable Hong came before Shen Mu's face, the majesty of Heaven rolling wide, crushing Shen Mu so that his whole body burst open again and again, broken shards of bone stabbing through flesh and skin to jut out into the open - a sight of utter misery.
The power of this punch had still not fully bloomed.
Had its force been truly released, Shen Mu would likely have burst apart on the spot and become ash as well. He showed a smile.
He did not mean to destroy Shen Mu utterly; he still had need of Shen Mu.
Shen Mu alive was more useful to him. At that moment, Shen Mu raised a single finger and touched it to his fist. Crack!
Shen Mu's finger burst apart and became a mist of blood. Venerable Hong could not but be angered; that finger of Shen Mu's was a divine art, and he felt himself plunging sharply downward, and saw all around him strange mountains and rivers like keen, sharp spikes.
That was the Nine Hells Terrace.
A stabbing pain came.
He was hurtling toward the deepest place of the Nine Hells Terrace, and in a single turn of the eye he plunged into the ninth hell of the Nine Hells Terrace.
He looked up and saw a sky like the mouth of a well.
The twenty-fifth heaven of divine arts: Nine Hells Lock the Heart, the Dao Endures.
"You do not know the height of heaven or the depth of earth, that you dare to work a divine art upon me! " The power in Venerable Hong's fist erupted utterly; the vision of the Nine Hells Terrace burst apart at once, and he broke free of the nine hells.
Shen Mu's fleshly body blew apart with a roar under the might of this punch and became ash.
In the next instant Shen Mu's fleshly body was restored; his Divine Treasury, his Heavenly Palaces, his primal spirits, his cultivation, his consciousness, and all else returned to what they had been. "Venerable Mu, you should be convinced by now, surely?
" Venerable Hong reined in his anger and smiled.
Shen Mu's face was without expression.
He brushed past him, walked by his side, and did not let even his aura collide with the other's.
Venerable Hong was startled.
He turned his head, and saw only Shen Mu's retreating back.
Then Venerable Hong looked down, and beneath the surface of the Jade Sea was the reflection of the Nine Hells Terrace. He saw that at the very bottom of the Nine Hells Terrace, he himself stood upon a patch of ground no bigger than a square inch, gazing up.
Though he had destroyed Shen Mu and ground everything of Shen Mu to powder, he had not broken Shen Mu's divine art.
The prison locks the dao heart. Though he had leapt free of Nine Hells Lock the Heart, the Dao Endures, his dao heart had fallen into the prison and had not leapt out.
That Venerable Mu established his Dao through divine arts was no empty saying.