Chapter 1105 — Dragon Han's Foremost Heavenly Master

In the past, Crown Prince Youming and the Nether Lord would certainly have thought he was blowing his own horn; but Dragon Qilin had broken the Heavenly River Navy with such ease that they could not help but believe he truly had such skills. Dragon Qilin could not help strutting about, and declaimed at the top of his voice: "I have read widely, yet none knew me; but once wind and cloud arise, I become a dragon!

Today is the day I spread my wings! " Crown Prince Youming praised him: "Worthy brother, you are truly a genius!

You deserve to be called the foremost Heavenly Master of all Dragon Han!

" Yan'er looked at him with worship.

Even the Nether Lord had to offer a few words of praise, yet his heart was bitter, and he thought: "Once this brat holds off Heaven's great army, I'll find a chance to steal the Azure Sky Canopy of Colored Glass and be off! " The Heavenly Emperor had trimmed the feudal lords; the Four Extreme Heavens of the ancient Four Sovereign gods had all fallen under his sway, the Four Sovereign Emperors were held in Heaven and had no territories, and therefore no great armies of gods and demons—only their children guarded their heavenly palaces.

Dragon Qilin, by dint of a single Azure Sky Canopy of Colored Glass and the Soaring Serpent deities and Dark Turtle deities of the Dark Turtle Heavenly Palace, had sent the Heavenly River Navy fleeing in headlong flight—a feat worthy of the name of a genius. It must be known that when the Divine Martial Twin Guards, Northfall Gate, and the Heavenly River Navy joined forces, they could trample flat every obstacle before them—even if all the Imperial Throne powerhouses in the present world were to join hands, they could still be swept aside with ease!

If he could withstand the siege of the Navy, the Divine Martial Twin Guards, and Northfall Gate, then the title of the foremost Heavenly Master of the world would be well deserved. The three armies surrounded the Dark Turtle Heavenly Palace in a tight ring, trying to hinder its northward course.

Yet to stop it was extremely hard: Crown Prince Youming was the son of the Northern Emperor, and his cultivation was already at the Imperial Throne. Moreover, the Northern Emperor was a divinity born in the Heavenly River; as the Dark Turtle Heavenly Palace sailed north along the Heavenly River, guarded on all sides by the Azure Sky Canopy of Colored Glass, it was utterly impossible to block it with boats.

To use boats to bar the way would only have them crushed by the palace.

Using chains to bind the palace was equally useless, for within the Azure Sky Canopy of Colored Glass were numerous treasures of enormous might; when the hooks at the head of the chains caught on the palace, the palace disciples controlling the various treasures at once roused the treasures' power and severed the chains. Although the Dark Turtle Heavenly Palace was not very swift, it could not be stopped, and there was nothing to be done.

"The one controlling the Azure Sky Canopy of Colored Glass is a grand formation master! " The foremost Heavenly Master of Northfall Gate was named Shang Pingyin—he, too, had been a prodigy in the early years of Dragon Han, only his brilliance had been masked by the Nine Heavenly Venerables.

He was extremely accomplished in numerology, and though less famous than the Dao Ancestor, he was still no small matter.

He understood formations even better, carefully studying the fleshly frames of ancient gods and the runes of the Great Dao, bringing forth countless formations. All the armies of Heaven practiced his formations and marshaled their ranks according to his methods; he was the foremost formation master of the Dragon Han era.

Only later, when the Dao Ancestor's disciple Yue Tingge rose, a talent for the ages, was he supplanted.

Shang Pingyin circled once around the Dark Turtle Heavenly Palace, examining its formations, his expression grave.

"The one who set formations for the Dark Turtle Heavenly Palace has surpassing wisdom," he said. "Many of these formations I cannot quite see through.

If I could but exchange views with this great formation master, it would be a consolation for my whole life! Could it be Crown Prince Youming?

He has hidden his depths!

" He grew excited, his blood surging, and laughed heartily: "I will direct the armies to break the formations, and match wits with this formation master! " His robes fluttered as he declaimed with impassioned fervor: "The most beautiful language in the world is numerology! Formations made from numerology are the most magnificent poems in the world!

To make friends through numbers with the finest language and the grandest poems—this life is enough!

" He laughed aloud, marshaled the formations of the various armies, and attacked into the Azure Sky Canopy of Colored Glass! The military power of the Dark Turtle Heavenly Palace was beneath notice; the Dark Turtle-blooded disciples inside its halls were not high in cultivation.

But with the Azure Sky Canopy of Colored Glass—the foremost supreme treasure—even millions of gods and demons found it hard to enter.

Yet to bring out the treasure's full potential required a person of heaven-reaching intellect. Under Shen Mu's direction, Dragon Qilin immediately shifted and altered the formations, formation against formation.

Shang Pingyin, the foremost Heavenly Master of Heaven, was bubbling with fervor—as the saying goes, a chess player meets his match, a general meets his equal.

This battle gave him a sense of having met a kindred spirit.

Commanding the Heavenly River Navy, Northfall Gate, and the Divine Martial Twin Guards, he used formation to break formation, carrying the formation arts of Dragon Han to their extreme! But the Dark Turtle Heavenly Palace was like a colossal numerology computing engine: various formations interlaced, shifted, and endlessly changed. The formation master within was so capable and so wise that he blocked every disposition Shang Pingyin set and broke them all.

Among the armies of Heaven, the strongest were the Ten Guards; any single god or demon among the Ten Guards could be made a commander of any other army. Yet even such a powerful host, charging into the Azure Sky Canopy of Colored Glass, suffered heavy casualties! Shang Pingyin grew even more excited, his spirit even more exalted, his mind whirling.

He ignored the casualties and focused single-mindedly on competing with the master inside the palace, to prove each other's cultivation. The water of the Heavenly River was dyed red with countless corpses of gods and demons, nearly becoming a crimson river winding through the endless starry sky.

The battle lasted from morning to night and from night to day. For several days and nights without stop, Shang Pingyin remained raging with excitement, changing his formations and urging the armies onward into the canopy.

His intelligence was such that he continuously broke through one heaven after another, fighting from the first heaven to the twenty-sixth, and was on the verge of breaking through the twenty-eight heavens of the Azure Sky Canopy to enter the Dark Turtle Heavenly Palace! By then, the armies had lost half their numbers!

The disciples within the Dark Turtle Heavenly Palace likewise suffered terrible losses.

After all, Dragon Qilin was not Shen Mu; although he had Shen Mu's guidance to improvise, he was always half a beat too slow. Moreover, Shen Mu's divine consciousness was so severely injured that he was sometimes unconscious and sometimes awake; thus the descendants of the Dark Turtle inevitably fell.

Shen Mu mobilized his divine consciousness to contend with Shang Pingyin, the foremost Heavenly Master of Dragon Han, and the drain on his consciousness was enormous, leaving his condition worse and worse, in constant peril of annihilation.