Chapter 1416 — Grand Ceremony of the League, Golden Light Fills the Palaces
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But when he was still the adopted son of the Great Emperor, the Great Emperor took that treasure away.
Whether he later recovered it, I do not know.
" Shen Mu blinked and said carelessly, "Then does our brother Tai Yi possess such a treasure too? " "By rights, he should. " No sooner had Tai Shi said this than he realized his slip and hastily corrected himself: "Brother Tai Yi has long since transcended.
Whether or not he has a supreme treasure is beyond my knowledge.
In any case, I certainly have no—" "Then, brother Tai Shi, what is your supreme treasure?
" Shen Mu cut him off. Tai Shi laughed in alarm.
"I truly have none.
Speak no more of it. If I had such a treasure, could I still be trapped inside this eggshell?
I would have smashed my way out long ago and roamed free and easy. " "The reason you have not cracked the shell is that you must stay within the egg, waiting for me to find you more divine stones and more yuan liquid to digest.
" Shen Mu said earnestly, "What is your supreme treasure, brother?
Why not bring it out and widen my eyes?
" "I have none! " Tai Shi said angrily.
"I have not yet emerged into the world. Even if I had one, I could not bring it out for you to see! Stop scheming after me! " Shen Mu's eyes flickered.
He smiled. "So it really is hidden in the egg?
The Dao of Tai Shi is form without substance; to you, the eggshell is likewise form without substance, and your treasure is most likely form without substance as well. That being so, why not send it out and let me widen my eyes?
" Tai Shi huffed, "None means none!
If I brought it out, would you ever give it back?
I am no three-year-old child! " Shen Mu laughed heartily, thinking, "So there really is one. .
. I wonder what form the supreme treasure of this stingy ancient god takes? " The more he wondered, the more curious he grew; but Tai Shi knew him far too well, and had resolved not to let him lay eyes on the treasure.
Shen Mu had no choice but to let the matter drop. On the second day, the council of the Heavenly League at last formally opened.
The gods and sages of the myriad heavens and worlds gathered in a splendid throng, divine light soaring to the heavens, auspicious signs of every hue. The primordial spirits of the assembly rose into the air, heavenly palaces hung on high, and their primordial spirits stood towering above those palaces.
Gods great and small, of cultivation strong and weak, their primordial spirits stood before the Hall of Lingxiao, or within the Jade Capital City; and their primordial spirits were of every strange shape, each answering to the spirit-body of its race.
Unlike Jing Ping's four spirit-bodies, their spirit-bodies came in countless kinds — some in the form of ancient gods, some in the form of demon gods, and every variety besides. The gods and sages of the heavens flew up and took their seats in the air one by one, and there were countless heavenly palaces joined into a single expanse, like the most magnificent of Heavenly Courts — even the true Heavenly Court would have seemed small in that moment!
Even the grandeur of the Heavenly Court in the days of Longhan could not compare with the glory of this day! In those years the Longhan Heavenly Court was led by the ancient gods, and the ancient gods great and small numbered no more than three hundred and some, not even four hundred.
What is more, the ancient gods of that time were for the most part weaker than the lords of the heavens today; even the weakest lord of the heavens was far mightier than the lowliest ancient gods of those days. Then, above that boundless expanse of heavenly palaces, the Four Emperors and the Four Celestial Masters flew in and took their seats, each with a stretch of heavenly palaces rising behind his head — three palaces, five, more or less.