Chapter 1235 — The Old Senior Who Set the Formation
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Shen Mu lifted his head and looked up at the "Firmament". Whether it was that firmament, the ground, or the four walls, the cubic prison was all great continents, and every continent was seamed with every kind of god-devil seal.
These lands existed to imprison the Heavenly Artisan God Clan aboard the Ark of the Other Shore, and to imprison the Ark itself. Mojiang's clansmen had spent who knew how many lives to force open a single road.
Countless clansmen died, and at last they bought Mojiang's living exit from the seal.
And at that time, Mojiang was still a child.
Alone he walked out of the seal, and what faced him was the incomparably vicious Desolate Ruins; yet Mojiang survived, and walked out of the Desolate Ruins. What awaited him then, however, was the human heart, a thing countless times more vicious than the Desolate Ruins.
Shen Mu looked at the face surfacing upon the "Firmament", expressionless. To break through seal after seal so easily, to make the continents swell up into his own features, and yet leave those seals unbroken, still lying upon his face, such an ability belonged naturally to none but the one who had laid the seals with his own hands.
To fold six continents and compose this enormous seal, such cultivation was unfathomably deep, and such methods supremely brilliant! His face seemed made of countless tiny cubes; each cube was a sealing formation within a continent, and countless cubes composed his facial expression: forehead, nose, ears, mouth, even his eyeballs were made of cubes.
"Heh heh.
. . " That incomparably gigantic face opened its mouth and laughed, and from it countless fragments of stone shot out, howling as they smashed toward the Ark of the Other Shore.
His facial expression shifted, and the countless cubes that made up his face surged along with it, heaving, changing their heights and their positions.
His face was even more gigantic than the Ark of the Other Shore; the laughter echoed back and forth within the cubic prison, setting eardrums buzzing, so that for a time no other sound could be heard.
"At last you have come, leader of the Heavenly Artisan God Clan, War Heavenly King of the Kaihuang era!
" Just then the land beneath the cube changed of itself as well, becoming another equally gigantic face, which spoke in a hurried voice and laughed: "Li Youran, as a Heavenly King of an age, you are a fine wastrel of a human leader. All you cared for was billing and cooing with the Red Emperor, and you could not even protect your own clansmen!
" The other four walls of the cubic prison each revealed a face as well, laughing: "I had so looked forward to a battle with you, to see what the War Heavenly King of Kaihuang was made of.
Yet you turned out to be a silver spearhead with a wax tip, fair to the eye and good for nothing. So I had no choice but to kill your clansmen, and seal the old, the weak, the sick and the crippled that remained in here. " He had six faces, speaking from six different directions, one taking up where another left off: "I always wanted to carry your head away and claim reward and favor for it, but you ran off, and so I had no choice but to torment your clansmen.
" "You were billing and cooing with the Red Emperor then, weren't you? The two of you, all fondness and love, besotted man and grieving woman, so pitiful, so melodramatic! And all the while, I was slaughtering your clansmen!
" "I watched them struggle with all their might to flee this place, struggle with all their might to break the seal, while the officers and soldiers under my command raised their butcher knives and slaughtered those fragile lives! " "They were only a band of blacksmiths, with nothing to their name.
They could not resist me at all, could not resist my army! " Over the face of Emperor Shitian Li Youran came grief and fury, and aboard the Ark of the Other Shore, monk after monk slowly raised their heads and looked at the faces in every direction.