Chapter 1457 — Venerable Deep Pit Leaves Nothing to Chance
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Beside the God-Slaying Platform in the Ancestral Court, Shen Mu watched the two blood-fury God-Slaying Sabers shear past above his head, and the peach-wood hairpin in his hand had still not loosed the Unchanging Divine Art. Consort Qiang appeared upon the God-Slaying Platform, her face ashen, two strands of bloody baleful aura coiling about her.
Consort Qiang raised her slender jade hand, and the two blood-fury God-Slaying Sabers, rough with dragon scales, slid slowly across her palm.
Shen Mu looked at her with a smile. "Your Highness.
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" "Shut up! " Consort Qiang said viciously.
"One more word, and I will grind your bones to powder and scatter the ashes, send your primal spirit into the ultimate void, and leave you trapped forever in the Daluo Heaven of Divine Consciousness!
" Shen Mu hastily shut his mouth. Consort Qiang was one of the few Heavenly Venerables who could handle him; she was, after all, the Great Emperor, and her Daluo Heaven of Divine Consciousness stood alone under heaven. Even Venerable Yun's primal spirit had been cast into the Daluo Heaven of Divine Consciousness, to say nothing of Shen Mu.
Even if Shen Mu could use the Unchanging Divine Art to drag her down in mutual ruin, all he would destroy was Consort Qiang; he could not touch the Great Emperor's origin. Consort Qiang stared at the two blood-fury God-Slaying Sabers, the corners of her eyes twitching wildly, and Shen Mu's eyes twitched wildly too, his heart muttering uneasily.
After a moment, Consort Qiang let out a breath of turbid air and murmured, "How am I. .
. how are We to deal with you, Venerable Mu? Out of kindness I lent you the God-Slaying Platform, and you, insatiable, nearly destroyed my supreme treasure!
" Shen Mu said hastily, "Fellow Daoist, you meant no good either. You meant to use this God-Slaying Platform to do away with me, and fearing only that you would be implicated, you never came. Had I died here, you would have pleaded ignorance.
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. " Consort Qiang glared at him viciously, and Shen Mu shut his mouth. Consort Qiang's breast heaved violently, and after another moment she said something that made Shen Mu's blood run cold: "You and the other four absorbed so much baleful aura from the God-Slaying Platform. How many more must I kill, how many more wars must I make, before I can raise these two sabers to their peak?
" Shen Mu shivered several times.
"From the age of antiquity to this day, the Creators have warred without cease; how many millions of battles, great and small? Especially the war that destroyed the Creators, which wiped out the Creators in the Ancestral Court. The baleful aura from those wars was absorbed by the God-Slaying Platform, and only thus were these two divine sabers nurtured. " Consort Qiang's gaze swept over him, cold and sinister beyond measure.
She said lightly, "Venerable Mu, tell me: how many wars must I stir up before they can be forged? " Shen Mu's eyes flickered.
"The campaign against the Lord of Heaven is at hand. If Your Highness wishes to forge the God-Slaying Mystic Sabers, do not miss this chance.
" Consort Qiang gave a snort, released the two divine sabers, and stood upon the platform with her hands behind her back. "The battle of Xuandu is the battle in which the Lord of Heaven falls. The Lord of Heaven is the Ancestral God King's quarry; the Ancestral God King will do away with him, absorb his power, and become the new Lord of Heaven. If I go, would I not make an enemy of the Ancestral God King?