Chapter 1792 — All Three Sides Wounded

That is why even the Miluo Palace dared not cross the calamity of destruction to descend directly into the Seventeenth Era. For as early as the Calamity of Destruction of the First Era, the master of the Miluo Palace had already tried to cross the Creation Calamity, and it ended with the death of all, leaving only the master of the Miluo Palace and the World-Crossing Golden Ship.

At this moment nearly all those who have achieved the Dao who tried to land burst apart, becoming the purest primal energy, swelling violently within this spirit field like Tanggu, passing through the evolution of the Five Tais, and at last turning into the Ancestral Court continent in its primal form.

They had sought to land upon the other shore that would free them from calamity, yet they became part of the shore itself.

The Calamity of Destruction turned once more, and in the blink of that three-sided clash Taiyi and the Old Man Wuya were both grievously wounded by the host of the Miluo Palace, bleeding upon the Long River of Chaos.

Countless root-tendrils in the great river snapped, and Taiyi's divine axe was smashed to pieces and perished within the river.

The World Tree root that had bound Shen Mu's legs was also shattered, and Shen Mu went tumbling and rolling into the ground beneath the World Tree, then sprang to his feet and ran straight for the World Tree. In the clash of three powers, Shen Mu had become the least conspicuous link.

As he raced on he stirred his remaining primordial qi into a divine axe of Taiyi, raised the axe, and chopped down at the World Tree! Upon the river the Old Man Wuya sensed Shen Mu's whereabouts and knew it boded ill, but seeing Taiyi the more gravely hurt, he stirred all his strength, gathered it within the wooden staff, and thrust at Taiyi.

At the same time the World Tree boomed and shook, branch after branch lashing out, and one exquisite Dao-realm great power after another burst forth to blast Shen Mu.

Within the Miluo Palace the Third Young Master and the Fourth Young Master urged their divine powers at the same moment, and the second wave of attacks arrived! Just then the eleven Dao fruits came flying across river after river of chaos, leapt over Taiyi's head, and with eleven humming chimes of the Dao hung upon the Dao Tree of Taiyi's Daluo Heaven.

Upon the Dao Tree beams of light like swords fallen from the sky cut in every direction and fixed the Calamity of Destruction!

Boom! This collision of three powers was more dreadful than the last.

The clash upon the river was so mighty that it broke through the calamity of destruction, rushed past the calamity of creation, and passed into the Ancestral Court!

Shen Mu dodged the divine powers coming from the World Tree all the way, splitting apart by force what he could not dodge, yet the might of the powers upon the river crashed after him, surging and seething at his back, filling him with a sense of utter peril.

Shen Mu shuddered to the bone. He had rushed beneath the World Tree, his divine axe about to fall upon it, and with no thought for anything else he circled behind the tree and swung the axe to chop.

In two or three strokes he hacked a great hole in the World Tree and slipped inside.

The dreadful wave formed by the three-sided collision struck, its violent throbbing shattering time and space, erupting within the Great Black Mountain, and wherever it passed all was ground to powder.

Hiding in the hollow, Shen Mu felt his skin begin to crack, and could only drive the Profound Art of Creation with all his life. The wave soon howled past, leaving the ground beneath the World Tree a scorched waste.

After a moment Shen Mu walked out of the hollow and beat out the Dao fire upon his body.

Looking out, he saw the World Tree set ablaze, heat-death fire burning everywhere, though the flames were slowly dying.

"The Old Man Wuya is not dead! " Alarm seized his heart, and at that moment Taiyi strode toward him, covered in blood, without a word.

Shen Mu went to meet him, and beams of light fell from the sky, shining upon the two, as the Dao light of Taiyi's Daluo Heaven drew them away. No sooner had they gone than invisible strings trembled beneath the World Tree, slicing space to shreds.

Within the Miluo Palace the Fourth Young Master spat blood and shook his head.

"He slipped away.

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" He had only just spoken when he vomited blood again, plainly gravely hurt.

Beside him the Third Young Master Lingxiao clutched his heart, where a great hole had been torn open, and looked up to see the river already empty of men.

And beside the two young masters the Hall Masters and the host of those who have achieved the Dao of the Miluo Palace lay fallen, each too grievously wounded to rise. Crack.

The World Tree of the Ancestral Court suddenly split from the center, sundering in two, nearly toppling down, the phantoms of its myriad Dao fruits guttering out, its Dao light flowing no more.

Leaves rained down, branch after branch snapped, and the boundless crown in an instant became like a mangy head gone bald.

The Old Man Wuya crawled bloody from the river, dragged himself with heavy steps to the World Tree, and collapsed with a thud beneath it.

A root coiled about him and delivered him into the cleft trunk of the World Tree.

The trunk slowly closed, and no sooner had it closed than with another crack it split open, and the Old Man Wuya rolled out from within.

So it went again and again, until at last the sundered World Tree closed for good, hiding the Old Man Wuya within to heal his wounds.