Chapter 1471 — The Baleful Blade Sweeps Across, the Dipper Star Falls
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Only terror remained on Di Qing's face as he raised his head to watch that indescribable giant hand press down upon the天道 Dao-soldiers one after another, crushing them toward Tianfang City.
Within Tianfang City, whether Sun Wards, Moon Wards, or Star Lords, or the common folk, women, and children of the city, all could do nothing but stare upward at this palm that blotted out the entire sky.
The palm drew closer and closer to them, creating a spectacle like the arrival of the apocalypse, causing the earth of Tianfang City to split open continuously, houses to collapse, and life after life to be reduced to dust beneath the immense oppression.
This indestructible divine city had already begun to crack under this vast power, like porcelain shattered by a fall.
This force was supremely powerful—though its overwhelming majesty gave one the sense of the Great Dao as an invincible gang-star, it was also so subtle and fine, like spring wind transforming into rain, accurately grasping the weakness of each天道 Dao-soldier, suppressing them one by one.
Since when had the Heavenly Court understood the Heavenly Dao so well?
The Heavenly Court had never perfectly mapped the physical body of the Heavenly Lord, never perfectly transformed the Heavenly Dao into numerological runes—even the Ancestral God King, son of the Heavenly Lord, could not possibly grasp all the mysteries of the Heavenly Dao!
Di Qing's heart was filled with dread. Who was this Venerable Lord Hongtian?
Even if Venerable Lord Hongtian possessed the most majestic mana in the world, it should be impossible for him to accurately grasp the weaknesses of the Heavenly Dao Dao-soldiers and easily defeat all forty-nine of them!
"Di Qing! Take them and go—"
Someone called out to him loudly: "Protect these seedlings of Xuandu, send them away!"
Di Qing looked dazedly toward the speaker, and saw two or three hundred Sun Ward primordial spirits manifesting, guarding the many common folk of Tianfang City, resisting the immense pressure descending from above.
"What are you standing there for?"
Those Sun Wards, pressed until they coughed blood, cried out: "Send them away!"
The common folk of Tianfang City looked toward him with terrified yet hopeful eyes. Di Qing opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
Go?
Go where?
With Venerable Lord Hongtian making his move, where could they possibly flee?
BOOM—
The primordial spirit of one Sun Ward exploded, flames blazing across his body, quickly burned to ashes. More Sun Wards coughed blood, their primordial spirits burning, yet they desperately held against the pressure.
Di Qing finally came back to his senses and rushed down from above, running toward those Sun Wards who could no longer hold on.
"Can you feel the baleful aura?"
On his way there, Di Qing suddenly saw Tian Shu and those four masked figures passing by him. These five paid him no heed, but instead rose into the sky with a strange footwork, charging toward that descending giant hand.
They were not led by Tian Shu, the Heavenly King of the Nether Capital—rather, they were led by that masked youth who had once confronted Di Qing. Around that youth, a unique domain had already formed: the vast Ancestral Court burst forth, the Four Extremes Heavens emerged, and layer upon layer of heavenly palaces composed a Heavenly Court!
As Di Qing passed them by, he saw majestic mountains and rivers rising from the Ancestral Court, Xuandu ascending, Youdu sinking, and within the Primal Realm the Primal Wood climbing higher and higher, holding up the myriad heavens and worlds—a dazzling sight indeed.
It was also that youth who spoke. Venerable Lord Hongtian's attack had caused countless deaths in Xuandu, and the baleful aura erupting from these deaths at the moment of death was incomparably intense.