Chapter 1485 — Who Can Match His Peerless Divine Soul
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The ancient god they sacrificed to was the White Tiger of the Western Emperor! The White Tiger of the Western Emperor, revered as the ancient god of battle, was a god created through their visualization and sacrifice! The White Tiger of the Western Emperor's appearance closely resembled that of Gongyun God King of those years, and the Western Emperor's weapons were likewise the whip and the horn.
Because the Nüxin tribe tamed primordial giant beasts, and the whip and horn could control those beasts, Palace Heavenly Venerable also took these two weapons as her Heavenly Venerable treasures.
Palace Heavenly Venerable's battle intent surged to the heavens.
As her cultivation art was activated, horn calls rang out from her thirty-five heavenly palaces, boiling her blood and qi, and her combat power rose in a straight line! The whip in her hand transformed endlessly — now long, now short, now thick, now thin, now soft, now hard, now straight, now curved. This divine whip had been forged from the dragon vein of the Ancestral Court; a massive divine-gold mountain range had been forged into a whip before it could transform into a divine dragon!
Had Shen Mu been here, he would certainly have recognized this whip as the one once held by the Great Emperor Tai — its power was immense, and it had once contended against the Imperial Sword of Dawn that the Heavenly Emperor transformed into!
This divine whip was forged by the Great Emperor Tai and given to the Nüxin tribe as a betrothal gift; later the Great Emperor Tai annihilated the Nüxin tribe and took the whip back.
After Gongyun captured the Great Hong that the Great Emperor Tai had parasitized, the whip fell into Gongyun's hands.
He bound Great Hong to a pillar before his palace and used this whip to flog him day and night to vent his fury. "You have been trapped by Tubo all these years, transformed into a ghost officer, always hiding from the world — you are long out of date!
" Palace Heavenly Venerable's long whip transformed while her divine consciousness erupted, creating layer upon layer of illusion realms. Her words attacked the heart, and her divine-consciousness illusions were even more terrifying — if You Heavenly Venerable's dao heart showed even the slightest flaw, once he fell into her illusion realm he would be at her mercy!
You Heavenly Venerable's figure was ethereal and indistinct as he retreated again and again, never engaging her head-on. He had to evade Palace Heavenly Venerable's illusions. Yet Xuandu's suppression of his power was too great; the Dao of Heaven restrained his cultivation and suppressed his mana.
His cultivation was already inferior to Palace Heavenly Venerable's to begin with, and now it was worse still! Whoosh — He failed to dodge in time and was caught by the long whip.
The dragon-vein whip's tip transformed into a dragon's head that bit savagely into his body, flinging him this way and that!
At the same time, Palace Heavenly Venerable's divine consciousness transformed into layer upon layer of illusion realms, casting him into an illusion. Within the illusion, You Heavenly Venerable saw his mother again.
She was washing clothes, and she turned her head to give him a loving smile.
The early-spring sunlight spilled down — serene and beautiful. Though he was bound by the dragon-vein whip, the dragon's head biting into his body, within the illusion he felt no pain at all. His heart was utterly at peace — he even felt a measure of happiness.
Though he had found his mother's soul in Youdu, and for a million years had lived alongside her, he could not feel his mother's touch.
His mother could not touch his face, could not touch his body, could not see the sunlight.
Everything his mother ate had no taste; in her soul state his mother had no sensations at all. His mother often cooked for him — what she cooked and prepared were yuanbao candles, and what she ate were also yuanbao candles.