Chapter 1783 — When Schemes Are Exhausted, the Blade Appears
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He was drifting ever farther from the monopoly of power.
"Four Elders of Fengshu, kneel to me, kneel to me! " Emperor Haotian's gaze fell upon the four elders, and he said grimly, "Your strength — I will command it!
I order you to pass down the word at once: seize the Seventh Young Master Shen Mu, and wipe out the bandits of Jingping!
" The four Elders of Fengshu hesitated.
They glanced at one another, then looked in silence at Feng Hualian's corpse upon the altar, irresolute. Feng Hualian's blood flowed from the body and dyed the altar red; yet the blood sacrifice in the Ancestral Court went on, devouring vital essence, unhurriedly carrying out its exchange of energy.
One by one, the four Elders of Fengshu rose to their feet in silence, and Emperor Haotian smiled.
Yue Tianzun's heart tightened, and she loosened the strap that bound her lute to her body. The Hall Master of Joy at her side saw this and smiled faintly: "Little sister, your elder sister would so love to hear your lute.
" On her dao tree a dao fruit suddenly floated up and spun, and with a single hum, Yue Tianzun saw the Hall Master of Joy everywhere, in every direction.
It was the Way of Space pushed to its utmost.
Shen Mu had once told her that the Hall Master of Joy likewise cultivated the Zaiji Void, but that her Zaiji Void manifested differently; and now it seemed he had been right.
The Hall Master of Joy's Way of Space took the outer aspect, entrusting the ultimate void to attain the Dao, the great Way entrusted without.
When she unleashed her Way of Space, the surrounding space folded into countless layers, and there were countless Hall Masters of Joy.
In battle she could attack from countless directions.
And her dao tree — every single leaf of it could be called an incarnation of the Hall Master of Joy; when her divine power was unleashed, countless incarnations of the Hall Master of Joy attacked at once, winning by sheer numbers while making it impossible to tell the true body from the false. Yue Tianzun laid her lute across her knees, and her slender jade fingers plucked softly.
The lute note sounded.
"If elder sister wishes to hear it, little sister will make a poor showing," she said. The Hall Master of Joy gave a soft exclamation.
In the instant the lute note sounded, Yue Tianzun in her eyes began to change.
She had folded space into countless layers, so that she seemed to have countless selves, and could see every aspect of her opponent — even the opponent's five viscera and six bowels, the structure of her divine treasury, the structure of her primordial spirit, the structure of her great Way — all perfectly clear.
Such was the Way of Space raised to its utmost. Yet when she looked at Yue Tianzun from her vantage, what she saw was Yue Tianzun's front; from whatever angle she looked, she saw Yue Tianzun's front, and no other aspect whatsoever.
This was the inner aspect of the Zaiji Void, the outward sign displayed when the Way of Space is entrusted within.
Though she and Yue Tianzun both cultivated the Way of Space, they had walked two utterly different roads to the Dao; even the widely traveled Hall Master of Joy could not help but marvel. Beside Yue Tianzun, Shen Mu's brows lifted slightly.
Yue Tianzun's Zaiji Void was in some measure similar to his own divine treasury domain, which surprised him.
But he did not dwell on it: Shen Mu's techniques and divine powers had all been cast into the Wendao Academy of Jingping for any to study, and Yue Tianzun had most likely studied them and gained something thereby. The two women faced off.
Yue Tianzun wore a smile, and lightly plucked the strings; the notes came in twos and threes, forming no tune, scattered and sparse, yet the Hall Master of Joy felt a faint ache from her wound.