Chapter 1601 — The Death of a Godking
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With this sword he faced his calamity, faced the calamity of his own death, and bid farewell to his former self.
This sword eradicated all his former foundations, shattered his heavenly palaces, destroyed his divine repositories, and ultimately reduced all his heavenly palaces and divine repositories to primal chaos.
He was reborn from within the chaos.
It could be said that from that moment on, the big boy Shen Mu of the past had died. The Shen Mu who came back to life from death possessed a brand-new soul, and had become resolute, forbearing, and tenacious.
Shen Mu could face his calamity and obtain new life, but Gong Tianzun could not.
Her Heavenly Court completely collapsed. Incomparably terrifying energy came howling into her brow, scattering the divine consciousness she had barely managed to coalesce under the attack of the Primordial Chaos Dao Wanderer.
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!
Seven consecutive explosions rang out. Within her body, seven great divine repositories were destroyed one by one, crushed into fine dust!
In the end, her Heavenly Court, heavenly palaces, and divine repositories were completely annihilated, and the energy they transformed into sank down, pressing upon her dao heart.
Silence.
Her mind was utterly still. Her dao heart rippled not at all. Only her brow was split open—that was the sword scar Shen Mu had left behind.
Shen Mu withdrew his sword. The Sword of Calamity slid into its wooden scabbard. His expression calm, he looked at her.
Gong Tianzun also looked at Shen Mu with a calm expression, her face betraying not the slightest ripple, not the slightest fluctuation of emotion. Expressionless, she said, "Mu Tianzun, my divine consciousness reaches directly to the thirty-fifth heaven of the Dao realm, branded upon thirty-five voids. This one move of yours cannot kill me."
Her gaze was hollow and empty, as though unable to focus. She suddenly began to walk outward. "I cannot die. I am the last Creator."
Shen Mu's gaze was complex, revealing a trace of reluctance, but soon that trace of reluctance faded.
He did not block Gong Tianzun. He let her leave.
The Empress rushed over, looked at Gong Tianzun, and revealed a strange expression. She did not stop her either, letting her go.
Gong Tianzun came to the edge of the twin lotus petals and stepped upon the void, passing through the receding tide.
She walked out of the Guixu Tide, following the fallen River of the Underworld upstream against its flow, and soon arrived at Youdu.
Youdu was composed of countless destroyed worlds and heavens—a land of death, the origin of the demonic dao. It was incomparably hideous and dark, filled with the most depraved and twisted demonic nature in all the world.
Yet Gong Tianzun's dao heart was calmer than it had ever been. She was blind to the ugliness of Youdu, as though she had returned to her maiden years.
In the ancient era, she had been a member of the Nüxin Clan. Back then, she was carefree and untroubled.
In her eyes, the dark canopy of Youdu's sky seemed to become a azure blue sky, and the demonic fire spewing from the massive nostrils of the Earth Earl became the bright sun in the heavens.
The maiden Creator cultivated alongside the clan elders. The elders set a primordial divine stone into her brow and told her it was a gift from the Juyu Clan.
She hunted alongside the elders, capturing ancient giant beasts. She learned divine consciousness arts from her uncles, and visualized alongside her sisters-in-law and companions.
She grew up and became an elder of the Nüxin Clan—but she was not old at all. She was young, beautiful, her body filled with the vitality of youth.
Back then, the universe was not as vast as it was now. It was still growing, still expanding day by day. At that time, they sacrificed to the White Tiger, the Western Emperor, at the Western Pole Heaven, making the White Tiger the guardian deity of the Nüxin Clan.