Chapter 1863 — The Primeval Womb of Great Calamity
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Shen Mu lifted Shen Lingyun high and set her upon his shoulder. She was pitifully thin, all bones beneath her skin, scarce a few ounces of flesh on her. She sat on his shoulder somewhat uneasily, her small hands clutching tightly at his hair.
She turned her head and studied his profile. The white hair at his temples stirred a familiar feeling in her, the face that had been reflected in her hazy vision since the day she was born.
This face put her at ease.
In her memory, besides this face, there was another familiar one.
That was her mother.
Shen Mu looked toward the figures in the firelight. They were the Dao Achievers who had hunted Shen Lingyun; years ago they had intercepted the three of them on the River of Chaos, forcing him to send Shen Lingyun back to the River of Chaos of the First Epoch, into the First Epoch's universe, and father and daughter had been parted ever since. For Shen Lingyun that parting had lasted five years. Five years without father or mother, an orphan, living a lonely, helpless life.
For Shen Mu and Ling Yuxiu it had lasted three and a half billion years. That separation left Ling Yuxiu with a lingering resentment toward Shen Mu, and in those three and a half billion years they had never had a second child.
Shen Mu had it easier; he had only to wait three and a half billion years, but Ling Yuxiu had to keep on waiting. "Seventh Young Master! " "Chaos!
" Hoarse Dao-voices came from the sea of fire, voices holding shock, dread, excitement, and mockery.
"So you came back after all, choosing to become the Seventh Young Master, to become Chaos!
" they laughed.
Shen Mu's face was as calm as an old well, without a ripple.
His palm clenched into a tight fist, and he slowly raised his right hand.
"Gentlemen, do you remember?
On the River of Chaos I once said I would put every one of you into a coffin. " His five fingers spread.
"Today I have come to make good on that promise.
" Boom!
In the firelight, Dao Trees burst apart one after another. The furious roars of those prehistoric Dao Achievers rang out as they fled in all directions. Their Dao Fruits hung high, their Dao light piercing the sea of Chaos fire, but a vast Samsara rose up and gathered them all within it. Their Dao Trees were cut with perfect neatness in the sea of fire, turning into plank after plank, and on the planks strange runes flickered and shifted.
Those were Chaos runes, Yuan. Bang, bang, bang!
Plank after plank of Dao Tree material assembled in the sea of Chaos fire.
The branches of the Dao Trees became wooden nails, driven into coffin board after coffin board.
One after another, Dao Achievers from every cosmic epoch were seized by those coffins, dragged into their own coffins with shrill screams. Huge coffin boards flew up and came down upon the coffins, and the wooden nails were driven home, sealing the boards fast.
In the sea of Chaos fire, the Dao Weapons of these Dao Achievers melted one after another, becoming chains that threaded through the sea of fire, piercing coffin after coffin and locking them shut. "I am Chaos. " Shen Mu walked through the sea of fire with his daughter Shen Lingyun, the host of coffins drifting after him, drawn by the chains.
"When I returned to the past and came to the First Epoch, I was already invincible. " From within the coffins came thumping and shuddering, the Dao Achievers of the various cosmic epochs struggling, trying to break out of the coffins and escape.
Their cultivation and strength were immense.
Dao Achievers who dared intercept Shen Mu and his wife on the road were no simple figures; each of them was a match for a Hall Master of Miluo Palace. Yet before Shen Mu, now become Lord Chaos, they were still far, far too inferior. "There is no need to struggle.
I will create in this void a space that neither the Calamity of Destruction nor the Calamity of Creation can destroy, to serve as a place to store filth. " Shen Mu raised his hand.