Chapter 1465 — Do Not Decline My Salute
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 3
The little boat careened wildly, plunging into the army of the Northern Heaven Netherworld Capital, smashing through tower ship after tower ship, making straight for the Netherworld Gate.
"The Annals Shine on a Loyal Heart!
" Aboard the boat, Shen Mu and the other four roared, and together they drove the thirtieth heaven of the blade Dao.
When that blade fell, what flew out seemed not blade-light but countless splendid essays, passage after passage of stirring prose written with dragon-and-serpent strokes; the Dao-sound bursting from the blade Dao was not so holy, so solemn, so profound and mysterious as the innate Great Dao.
The Dao-sound bursting from the Dao of the Blade was like a scroll of human history unrolling, and one glorious, towering figure after another rose from that painted scroll of annals, mighty and vigorous.
They blazed with ten thousand rays of light: some took up the brush as a blade, rebuking the injustice of the Dao of Heaven, calling rulers to account for their incompetence, indicting the gods for their faults.
Some acted with their own bodies: when a mountain blocked the road they moved the mountain; when the floods came they cut canals; when a great river barred the way they built bridges and crossed; when the gods sent down calamity they slew the gods! The annals shine on a loyal heart; bearing the weight, grinding ever onward. Scarcely had the Nether Sea, the Netherworld Gate and Lord Yin appeared than the scroll of annals unrolled; the blade-light slew gods and slew hearts, evaporating great swaths of the Nether Sea and smashing the Netherworld Gate to powder.
Lord Yin let out a shrill, wretched scream and vanished without a trace along with the last of the Nether Sea.
By now the little boat was racing, bursting through the Northern Heaven Netherworld Capital's camp and emerging behind it; at the bow the five of them each gripped their hilts and looked about, just in time to see the last wisp of the Nether Sea fade.
"Turn around — he's behind us!
" Shen Mu stamped his foot hard, and the whole swift boat slid sideways across the surface of the Heavenly River; they had passed clean through the Northern Heaven Netherworld Capital's camp, and now the Netherworld gods and demons in that camp were all turning around, while the Nether Sea had already come up behind the Netherworld army.
That battered, ruined Netherworld Gate rose up from the Nether Sea once more, and this time Lord Yin's reincarnation took the form of a woman in a great crimson robe, her loose hair falling to her shoulders, her figure floating before the Netherworld Gate. In a harsh voice she cried: "Shen Mu, Tian Shu, Zhe Huali, Luo Wushuang, Dao Liuzhao — receive my bow!
" The woman Lord Yin bowed low, and Zaifu and the others were about to drive the blade Dao divine ability once more when Shen Mu's expression changed drastically; his cloak flared out to shield the four, and with both hands clasped before him he pushed forward and bowed low as well!
"Yin Zhaojin, receive a bow from me as well!
" BOOM — Behind him appeared a Heaven-and-Earth Mystic Gate, upholding heaven and grounding earth, reaching up to the Xuandu of the Dao of Heaven and down to Youdu — the second heaven of his Dao-entering divine ability!
In the very instant Shen Mu bowed, the twenty-sixth heaven of the divine ability entering the Dao — One Qi Primordial Dao, Roaming Together — was bowed out as well! Across the tens of thousands of gods and demons of the Northern Heaven Netherworld Capital, the two bowed to each other.