Chapter 1679 — The Door and the Stone Stele

The top level of the tower of flesh and blood collapsed, and countless Dao chains, trailing flesh and blood like immensely thick arms, swept viciously toward him.

Shen Mu wielded his sword, desperately holding them off, severing one Dao chain after another, striving to refine the Hongmeng Transformation Dao divine art, attempting to extract some Hongmeng qi from this pagoda.

Yet the Hongmeng Transformation Dao divine art had been created by the Third Young Master of the Miluo Palace specifically to target him, and what was stranger still was that it was a self-repairing biological divine art, making his refinement progress painfully slow.

He now began using Hongmeng qi to evolve his primordial spirit, but the Hongmeng Transformation Dao converted slowly, and the wind of cold silence grew fiercer and fiercer. The little Hongmeng primordial qi he managed to refine was often scattered to nothing the moment the wind of cold silence blew!

"The door panel!"

Lan Yutian's shout came: "Brother, the door panel!"

"What door panel?"

Shen Mu, fully engaged in resisting the Hongmeng Transformation Dao divine art, glanced outward inadvertently and indeed saw a massive door panel tumbling and fluttering in the wind of cold silence like a falling leaf.

That door panel was unbelievably large. In his haste he also glimpsed some strange writing on it, but it was too brief to make out clearly.

"Brother! Take that door panel!" Lan Yutian cried excitedly.

Shen Mu, bearing the pressure of the Hongmeng Transformation Dao, shot skyward, bursting through the top of the tower of flesh and blood, countless flesh-and-blood Dao chains dancing behind him in pursuit.

Shen Mu wanted to stride forward with his legs, but alas his legs were only two inches long and could not stride at all. He could only curse inwardly and activate the Zaiji Void divine art - but the moment the divine art appeared, it was dissolved.

He had no choice but to move his hands like flying, racing madly toward that door panel.

Whoosh -

Flesh-and-blood Dao chains bound him tightly. The tower of flesh and blood flew over again and slammed down on him with a thud. At the same time, Shen Mu's hand had already seized that door panel, and he was immediately pinned firmly against it by the pagoda, unable to break free for the moment.

"Third Young Master, your divine art is truly vicious!"

Shen Mu, nearly spitting blood from the pressure, summoned all his strength to forcibly lift the pagoda and shouted: "Royal Brother, is there Hongmeng purple qi in this door panel?"

"No."

Lan Yutian said hastily: "I earlier saw a door frame in the Ultimate Void with no door panel - most likely this is that panel, so I had you pick it up. Brother, are you all right?"

"I am fine!"

Shen Mu gritted his teeth. His Hongmeng primordial qi drove the Tribulation Sword; he commanded the flying sword with qi and thrust it into the pagoda, his voice hoarse: "Break the Tribulation -"

Hum!

Sword light erupted within the pagoda, successively breaking through more than a dozen flesh-and-blood Dao chains. The sword light burst from the pagoda and struck the door panel with a sharp crack - yet the massive door panel only emitted a string of sparks and was not pierced by the Tribulation Sword.

Where the Tribulation Sword had struck, a complex array of runes surfaced on the door panel, flowing ceaselessly, only fading after a moment.

Shen Mu was taken aback. He had no time to ponder further and continued commanding the flying sword with qi, thrusting at the tower of flesh and blood. At the same time, his arms surged with power as he heaved the pagoda away!

The pagoda disintegrated, transforming into countless flesh-and-blood Dao chains that coiled toward him once more. Shen Mu stamped his foot heavily, and the door panel whooshed up into the air. He caught one corner with both hands and swung it like an unimaginably huge divine saber, bringing it down in a single slash against those flesh-and-blood Dao chains!

In the past, when he had studied under the Nine Elders of Yincan Village, the Silent Craftsman had forged for him two dark iron blades the size of cutting boards. Though this door panel was larger still, Shen Mu wielded it without feeling anything strange about it!

Screech!

Those countless flesh-and-blood Dao chains were actually cut apart by this great door panel in a single stroke. The wind of cold silence howled, blowing the severed flesh-and-blood Dao chains apart in all directions.

Those flesh-and-blood Dao chains were like worms, swimming through the Ultimate Void, trying to piece themselves back together - but many were still completely scattered by the wind of cold silence.

Shen Mu lifted the door panel, using it as a saber, wielding it swift as lightning, slashing down again and again, cutting apart the Dao chains that had gathered together once more!

At last, accompanied by a violent gust of the wind of cold silence, Shen Mu, together with those severed flesh-and-blood Dao chains, was howled out of that abandoned place!

"Brother! The stone stele!"

Lan Yutian's delighted voice came again: "The stone stele!"

"What stone stele?"

Shen Mu gritted his teeth, raising the door panel to block the wind of cold silence. He was immediately blown tumbling and rolling, no telling where. In his haste he looked and indeed saw a square stone stele of unknowable height standing in the Ultimate Void - but his speed was too great, and the stele soon vanished from sight.

After a long while, Shen Mu finally managed to steady himself. The tower of flesh and blood was gone from his side, and so was that abandoned place.

"This door panel is indeed excellent!"

Shen Mu stood his upper body atop the door panel and praised it, then felt that his current appearance seemed somehow familiar.

"I seem to be just like Grandpa Tu in those days..."