Chapter 1773 — Upheaval at the Ancestral Shrine
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
I will go to the Jade Capital City and return.
" The Empress said with a smile, "Off you go, Hao.
" She had called him Hao and not Your Majesty, and he was displeased at heart.
"When I rise again, I will take back everything I have lost, with interest! " He was gone in a flash. In the Yuan Realm, Lan Yutian was scouring heaven and earth, searching out the sites of the blood-sacrifice altars. Over the years he had searched every corner of the Yuan Realm, and had turned over the ground beneath it as well.
To find a blood-sacrifice altar was no easy matter; the altars were forged from fragments of Great Luo Heaven, and hiding one was simple, while finding one was very hard.
And the Yuan Realm was so vast that a single sweep took enormous time and effort.
One day, as he searched the thirty-six layers of void of the Yuan Realm, a sudden feeling came to him; he sat down cross-legged at once and sensed carefully, then sprang up and raced through the thirty-fifth layer of void. As he ran he worked his divine powers, and the void ahead split open layer after layer, like a scallion being peeled, layer upon layer! Boom! The last layer of void peeled away, and a fragment of Great Luo Heaven appeared before him. Within the fragment a six-sided pillar revolved, and runes and sigils wet with blood stamped themselves ceaselessly toward the Yuan Realm.
"I have found the first altar!
Then the other altars will not be hard to find! " Lan Yutian roared into that fragment of Great Luo Heaven and stood one-footed upon the six-sided pillar.
His attainments in the arts of calculation were not high; had Shen Mu been here, he would surely have computed the positions of the altar's stamped runes and from those calculations derived the positions of the other altars.
But his sense for the Dao was stronger, and he simply fastened his divine consciousness onto the pillar and let it spread out with the power of the altar. ".
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Two, three, four, five, six.
. . " Sensing carefully, Lan Yutian soon found the positions of the sixteen fragments of Great Luo Heaven that shrouded the Yuan Realm, and only then let out a breath.
"Then the center of the altars is. .
.
" He kept sensing, and his expression changed slightly.
There were as many as three centers.
From the counterattack to now, eight years had passed; eight years, three central altars, and most likely Dao-achievers were about to descend!
Cold sweat broke out on his forehead. No single Dao-achiever of the Miluo Palace was someone he could handle, let alone three. Just then he saw a World-Crossing Golden Ship sail out of the Ultimate Void. On that golden ship Shen Mu sat upon a coffin propped upright, his eyes closed, resting his spirit. "Brother!
" Lan Yutian rose at once into the air and landed on the golden ship, and told Shen Mu what he had found.
"Three Dao-achievers of the Miluo Palace, and I am certainly no match for them! " Shen Mu opened his eyes and smiled.
"Do not sell yourself short.
And besides, we do not fight alone, do we? Is not Lord Shang here? Brother Yutian, look at this coffin.
Can you open it? " Shen Mu's eyes were bright as snow, and his look was one of encouragement.
"If you can open it, then even thirty Dao-achievers can be beaten to death!
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