Chapter 1488 — The Bright Moon and the Morning Sun Vie in Radiance
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In the center of her back, it seemed a sword wound was faintly about to burst open, the very place where Kaihuang's blade had left its mark in the Heavenly Court.
But Kaihuang's sword wound had long since been healed by the Goddess Taisu; why, then, did she now feel the wound ache faintly again? "His sword has been imprinted on my Dao-heart, and left a sword wound upon it!
" Venerable Gong understood at once.
Kaihuang had gravely wounded her with an incomparably powerful realm of the Dao, and Taisu could heal such an injury.
But while wounding her, Kaihuang had also crushed her Dao-heart with an incomparably powerful Dao-heart of his own.
And that wound, Taisu could not heal. The wound upon her Dao-heart could only be healed by herself.
But strong as her Dao-heart was, it had still not reached Kaihuang's level.
Just then Consort Yan gave a cold laugh and struck out with her sword; the sword light became a great Guixu abyss behind Venerable Gong, and Kaihuang's world-startling blade, with a swish, pierced into the Guixu abyss and vanished.
Consort Yan had barely set her heart at ease when the next moment the sword light surged like a tide, passing through one Guixu abyss after another, and abyss after abyss collapsed and crumbled. She had not trapped Kaihuang's sword; on the contrary, that single stroke had broken open her Guixu divine art.
The sword light shot out from the last abyss and was already before Venerable Gong.
Venerable Gong drew out the dragon spear and retreated swiftly; the spear became a long whip that coiled like a dragon to fend off the sword light.
Sword light was everywhere before her eyes; the long whip wrought from the dragon vein of the Ancestral Court coiled ring within ring, clanging without cease against the Wuyou Sword, and great divine mountains and divine stones were sliced apart by the Wuyou Sword, until soon nothing remained in her hand but the whip's handle.
And at last the Wuyou Sword's power was spent, and it whistled away.
Venerable Gong was drenched in fragrant sweat; she shook the whip handle hard, and the dragon vein of the Ancestral Court, shattered by Kaihuang's stroke, came flying back with a rush; the great mountain bodies reassembled swiftly in her hand and became once more a divine whip, whole and unbroken. A chill of fear ran through Venerable Gong: that one sword of Kaihuang's had broken in succession the divine arts of the Taiji Ancient Gods, of Consort Yan, and of herself, four existences of Venerable rank, and only then spent its power. It was terrifying beyond words.
She whirled around and saw Kaihuang striding over.
Though the two Taiji Ancient Gods had been parted, yin and yang drew upon each other, and they revolved around one another in a lovely arc, like the yin and yang fish of the Taiji Diagram turning each into the other, and Kaihuang stood at the very center of the Taiji Diagram. This too was exquisite beyond compare.
Kaihuang had parted them, yes, but he had fallen into their formation diagram; what awaited him would be the two of them striking together with all their might. Kaihuang walked within that Taiji Diagram still forming and gathering, strolling as though in a quiet courtyard, seemingly unaware of the fierce assault about to fall upon him.
He raised his palm; the Wuyou Sword flew back. His right hand held the hilt reversed, while his left drew the scabbard from his waist. Clang — a long, melodious sword cry rang out as the Wuyou Sword entered its sheath before him; the cry was clear and pleasing, and within it lay the resonance of the Dao of the sword.
And just then Venerable Gong happened to look this way; the sword cry reached her ears, her face changed drastically, and the sword wound in her Dao-heart burst forth.
Hiss, hiss, hiss — her body convulsed, and from within her burst hundreds upon hundreds of sword wounds, piercing through her flesh, blood spattering.