Chapter 1437 — Peerless Divine Art
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 3 of 5
When they reached the summit of that mountain, whose height could not be measured, and looked all around, the vast starfield suddenly turned back into desert: the countless stars were gone, and only rolling, flying sand remained. Strangely enough, on one side lay the Great Black Sand Desert, and on the other the Great White Sand Desert.
The terrain of this mountain range was complex, and the range's course was forever changing, so that even the two Heavenly Venerables found it hard for a time to find any trace of Yan Heavenly Consort.
Just then a smaller surge of divine power suddenly came; the two Heavenly Venerables looked quickly, and saw white sand flying across the sky, and two figures racing through the Great White Sand Desert, running and fighting!
Behind those two stood heavenly palaces one after another, blazing with divine light; the sandstorm was fierce, yet it could not block the radiance their heavenly palaces poured forth.
"The Empress!
" "That little wretch of a sister!
" The two Heavenly Venerables at once made out that one of them was none other than Her Majesty the Empress, and the one trading blows with the Empress gave them some surprise: it was Shen Mu, the Mu Heavenly Venerable!
At this moment Shen Mu was racing through the Great White Sand Desert, and before him and behind him were Guixu abysses everywhere, like mouths that devoured all things, swallowing the world as a whale does.
That was the Empress's divine power.
Beneath his feet was the Primal Embryo Divine Treasury domain, spread out and moving as he moved.
Opposite him, a hundred zhang away, the Empress was also racing along, divine arts of every kind flowing from her fingers and palms.
Suddenly, from among Shen Mu's nineteen heavenly palaces, eighteen primal spirits rose in flight, whirling around the primal spirit of the main heavenly palace, each in a different posture, their fighting spirit soaring to the heavens, like eighteen great emperors encircling the Heavenly Emperor, while the ancient gods of the heavens emerged from the myriad worlds, slaying and struggling, their sinews and frames hideous, unfolding the scene of a painting of war gods!
Longhan, when rivals contended! From this one divine art, Lady Yuanmu and the Tai Emperor actually saw the incomparably grand and bloody face of the struggle among the three great heavenly courts of the Longhan age; they saw the shadow of the battle in which Yun Lingyue plotted to ambush and kill the Tai Emperor; they saw the shadow of the Houtian gods and demigods ambushing and slaying Taichu, the Heavenly Emperor; they saw the images of the emperors of the Longhan age; they saw the armies of the three great heavenly courts march to war, bloodshed flooding the heavens!
This divine art was Shen Mu's seventeenth heaven of the Dao realm, displaying the bloody strife of the Longhan age to the fullest.
Boom! Shen Mu and Her Majesty the Empress collided with a great roar, bringing the might of this divine art to its utmost limit; but he and the Empress touched and parted, and Shen Mu went staggering back, almost flat on his back against the ground, his feet treading the desert as he retreated at speed, shedding the Empress's force. The next moment a great abyss suddenly appeared behind him, and out of it walked the Empress, long sleeves fluttering, her sleeve turning into the maw of an abyss, reaching straight for his head!
Before Shen Mu's retreat had even stopped, in a single instant the eighteen primal spirits each returned to their places, each seating itself upon the God-Slaying Platform of its own heavenly palace; the platforms were wreathed in blood-fiend qi, yet it could not harm his primal spirits in the least.
Unawares, he had already crossed the Jade Pool and ascended to the realm of the God-Slaying Platform!