Chapter 1817 — The Young Man's Bloodline

There was another him in the Kalpa of Destruction of the Fifteenth Epoch; when he entered the kalpa, that other him disappeared, but his cultivation remained at the level of that other him. This was greatly disadvantageous to him. But if Shen Mu could not borrow any power from the Kalpa of Destruction, then Shen Mu was far from his match!

Third Young Master, full of vigor, pursued the Golden Ship of Salvation.

Ahead, the golden ship was in sight.

Shen Mu was still borrowing the power of the Guixu Lotus and the World Tree to absorb the power of the Kalpa of Destruction, strengthening himself while nourishing his unborn child. Third Young Master was just about to rush forward when he suddenly stopped.

He saw that in the Kalpa of Destruction a burly man stood amid the great kalpa, clothes tattered, unrestrained in manner, standing before a treasure hall and beating a war drum, singing boldly: "Taiwei congeals the imperial domain, Yaoguang sets straight the divine county.

Measuring the sun, bright in book and history; surveying the capital, resplendent in what is seen and heard. Arraying the Han, they build the immortal palace; opening the heavens, they establish the treasure hall!

" "Tiandu's Heaven-Opening Host! " Third Young Master Lingxiao was startled. Then he saw in the distance a red forest appear within the Kalpa of Destruction.

The great kalpa surged, destroying all, yet that red forest was lush and verdant, every red leaf redder than fire, exceedingly flourishing.

"Where is the Divine Lord, where is Taiyi? East of heaven stands the Ruo Tree, beneath it the Candle-Dragon! " In the Ruomu forest, a woman in a great red dress sang loudly: "Who will slay the Young Master, and in the kalpa face Tiandu? " Third Young Master Lingxiao sneered.

Amid the catastrophe, another small boat drifted over.

An old fisherman with a great belly pressed the stern of the boat high up, so that the bow almost sank into the kalpa. The old fat fisherman held a rod, fishing in the rivers of chaos. Pushing up his bamboo hat, he laughed: "Taiyi nears Tiandu, Lianshan reaches the sea's edge.

White clouds gaze back and merge; blue mists enter and are seen no more.

The willing takes the hook, the willing takes the hook!

" In the Kalpa of Destruction of the Fifteenth Epoch, men and women of strange appearance appeared one after another, blocking Third Young Master's path. There were thirty-five in all. "Tiandu's thirty-five Heaven-Opening Host--nothing but a pack of wine sacks and rice bags, a rabble.

" He was not in the least afraid. He walked forward: "You thirty-five are far inferior to Taiyi, far inferior to Tiandu! " The burly man beating the drum laughed heartily: "Old Third of Miluo Palace, we are only here to delay you a while, so that Old Seven of Miluo Palace can cross the river!

The Holy Child's birth is something we too have watched for a long time! " Third Young Master Lingxiao charged forward.

Tiandu's Heaven-Opening Host immediately struck out, one after another, fighting around him in a tight circle.

Third Young Master was indeed ferociously brave. He carved out a bloody path by main force, forcing back the Heaven-Opening Host, and was left gasping for breath.

Yet when he broke through the encirclement, he saw that the Golden Ship of Salvation had already vanished. He came to the Fourteenth Epoch, leapt into the river, and his cultivation dropped another notch. He still struggled to pursue the Golden Ship of Salvation.

"The Heaven-Opening Host takes Old Seven's child for the Holy Child, so on the road they will not harm Old Seven; instead, they will protect him.

That makes things rather troublesome. " His eyes flickered: "And the Heaven-Opening Host is not thirty-five, but thirty-six. The strongest and most terrifying is the thirty-sixth--the Dao-Defiler!

" He had just thought this when suddenly, ahead in the Kalpa of Destruction, a peach tree appeared, propping the kalpa apart. However terrifying the power and might of the Kalpa of Destruction, it could not shake that peach tree in the slightest.

Beneath the peach tree, a woman looked up admiring the peach blossoms, her expression cold and aloof. "Tiandu's Dao-Defiler!

" Third Young Master Lingxiao halted, his face grave. The Dao-Defiler beneath the tree plucked a peach branch and lightly smelled the blossoms, saying in a low voice: "Such a marvelous thing, and yet it is only transformed energy.

Would you not call that strange? " She turned around. It was none other than Heavenly Venerable Ling, whom Second Young Master had sent back to a past universe.

"You must not lay a finger on Mu's child.

Old Third of Miluo Palace, you possess the strongest power in the world, but to me, you are nothing more than a pile of energy and mass.

" Heavenly Venerable Ling pinched the peach branch and gave it a gentle shake.

Throughout the rivers of chaos, peach blossoms danced everywhere, blotting out the sky and hiding the sun, drowning Third Young Master Lingxiao!