Chapter 1284 — The Art of Returning to the Origin
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 1 of 3
Heavenly Venerable Hao's breath was withered and failing, and he lay motionless at the center of a net woven from countless silk threads.
Above his body drifted a mysterious heaven and earth, small, no more than a zhang or two across. In it stood a Dao tree, and the Dao tree bore Dao flowers and Dao fruit, and Heavenly Venerable Hao's spirit essence was imprisoned within it, struggling without cease, yet never able to break free.
That was the Daluo Heaven of Divine Consciousness.
The Daluo Heaven of Divine Consciousness was not the true Daluo Heaven of Divine Consciousness; the true one lay in the Ultimate Void. This Daluo Heaven of Divine Consciousness was merely a divine ability the Grand Emperor had conjured out of his own spirit consciousness.
Heavenly Venerable Hao's wounds were too grave. Besides having his spirit essence sealed, he had been forced to cast the whole of his cultivation out of his body, and to borrow his own inner demons to heal himself.
He was indeed a man of surpassing cunning. Had there been no clever men such as the woodcutter sage, no one could have broken his seals and prohibitions and found his true hiding place.
Yet though he still lay in a coma, the crowd faced him as though facing a mortal foe, daring not the slightest slackness.
Every one of them could sense that though Heavenly Venerable Hao's breath was withered, within his body a pure and refined energy was slowly gathering!
Heavenly Venerable Hao's cultivation method was too wondrous; even now he was reborning himself, and once reborn he would surely be stronger, and more terrifying still!
His battle with the Grand Emperor had won him great benefits as well!
Heavenly Lord Xi said hoarsely, "The inner demon Mu Tianzuns who came in . . . all died here. . . ."
They looked ahead, and saw that from each silk thread hung a great cocoon, and in every cocoon hung an inner demon Mu Tianzun, upside down.
Many inner demons had forced their way in here, yet not one had managed to kill Heavenly Venerable Hao. Instead they had become his nourishment!
A long while passed, and still no one moved.
Suddenly, a booming laugh rang out. Yan Yunxi's donkey, the Great Demon King Lü Zheng, laughed boomingly: "Heavenly Venerable Hao is right there, lying right there, unconscious, and not a one of you dares to raise a hand! Heh. You Emperor Throne realm beings are no more than this! Brother Sanduo, let us go!"
The donkey kicked out his hooves, throwing Yan Yunxi off his back, then with a shake of his body his flesh swelled joint by joint and he became a monstrous demon with a donkey's face and a human body, hideous of flesh, crying aloud, "Brother Sanduo, let us take down Heavenly Venerable Hao together and shame them all to death! Little Black Cat, will you come too?"
Stirred to boiling blood by his words, the Black Tiger God suddenly reared up on his hind legs and looked at Niu Sanduo.
Niu Sanduo rose to his feet and transformed into a demon god with an ox's head and a human body, and laughed: "Such an opportunity comes but rarely; of course I must claim this great merit!"
The three of them charged forward. Suddenly the threads stirred, weaving and crisscrossing, leaving no room to dodge and no room to evade; they could only fight head-on.
Niu Sanduo and Lü Zheng both cried out that something was amiss. When their divine abilities or divine weapons touched those threads, they felt the might of their abilities vastly diminished, and the power within their weapons drawn away by the threads.
Stranger still, once a divine weapon stuck to a thread, it could not be flung off.
Before long their divine weapons were wrapped all over with threads and could not be pulled free; even on their bodies threads swiftly took hold, and little by little they lost their agility.
The Black Tiger God cried, "I am well versed in the arts of calculation, and can wield a teleportation divine ability. Come to my side!"