Chapter 1400 — The Prison Shackles the Dao Heart
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Shen Mu arrived at the second terrace of the Nine Hells Terrace, where the sensation of the great Dao being shackled by the prison grew even stronger, and the vital qi of his cultivation within him turned impossibly sluggish, all but impossible to circulate. Countless pores of his body seemed sealed shut, so that the qi inside him could no longer flow in or out.
Nor was that all: the stabbing pain grew sharper still, as though numberless invisible needles were being driven into his flesh.
And stranger yet, his primordial spirit, his consciousness, and his vital qi alike could all feel the sting of those needles.
"If this place is a realm as well, what does this realm do?
A pity my eldest senior brother is not here. .
. " He was somewhat puzzled.
In the Heavenly Court there was a Heavenly Prison, and the Heavenly Prison was used to confine the Heavenly Court's most heinous criminals; in years past, when Emperor Yunluo Wei Suifeng was taken captive, he had been imprisoned in the Heavenly Prison.
If Wei Suifeng were here, perhaps he could have recounted what he suffered there, and given Shen Mu something to go by. "If the Nine Hells Terrace is a realm, then between which two of the seven realms of the Heavenly Palace should it be placed?
Lower than the Jade Terrace realm, or higher? " He sensed carefully, seeking the Dao realm hidden within the Nine Hells Terrace, but apart from the pain he could perceive no principle of any Dao realm at all.
He leapt down to the third terrace of the Nine Hells Terrace, and there he saw many twisted corpses.
They were giants, Creators surely, who must have fallen into such agony that their very bones had warped; Shen Mu even saw a Creator whose skull had deformed, and the man must have been so wracked with pain in life that his face contorted. Shen Mu's cultivation and strength would have made him a hegemon ruling his own domain even in the ancient era; the third terrace he could still endure, and so he thought nothing of it and walked on. He leapt to the fourth terrace of the Heavenly Prison, and still he felt no improvement to his own Dao; only that stabbing pain had reached his primordial spirit, and the agony of the primordial spirit made his heavenly palaces begin to warp one after another.
"Interesting. .
. " He went deeper, arriving at the fifth terrace. Here the great Dao was shackled, and none of his Dao arts or divine abilities could be summoned at all.
"But the Daos of the Great Beginning, the Great Origin, the Great Simplicity, and the Supreme Ultimate can still be used.
So long as those four great Daos are available, this place cannot hold me. " He came to the sixth terrace.
His primordial spirit was now shackled, sealed by a powerful seal within its respective heavenly palaces; Shen Mu's mind grew dim, and he felt all manner of chaotic thoughts surging up in his heart. "This place can disturb the Dao heart, like the demonic path and demonic nature of Youdu.
" He came to the seventh terrace. Here his consciousness too seemed about to be locked away, his thoughts about to cease; Shen Mu reined in his thinking and gathered it in the Ancestral Court of the Primordial Fetus Divine Treasury, relying on the power stored in the five great ore veins to guard his consciousness.
At the eighth terrace, his vital qi fell utterly silent; he could sense no breath of the great Dao within his body, and it seemed even his blood was stiffening, leaving only an incomparably intense pain.
The eighth terrace of the Heavenly Prison was strewn with corpses, twisted beyond any recognition of their former shapes. He saw ancient gods as well. Long Xiao had not lied to him: many ancient gods had been cast here, and in the end they could not even crawl out, dying of pain in this dreadful Heavenly Prison.