Chapter 1500 — An Uninvited Guest from Afar
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Wei Suifeng and Shu Jun nodded gravely.
Yan'er looked over with pleading eyes, and Shen Mu hesitated before saying, "We must cross layer upon layer of seals at extreme speed and enter the Pixiang Hall without rousing them. If we take you along. .
. " The Lame Elder shook his head.
"It is already hard enough for me and Little Fatty to carry Shen'er. If we take you as well, we will not be able to bear it.
" Shen Mu's face flushed red, and he mumbled, "I am fast too, and I have cultivated the Moon Heavenly Venerable's Ultimate Void Scripture. Crossing space is easy for me. .
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" Lan Yutian kindly reminded him, "Brother, a spatial divine art cannot pass through the seals without rousing them.
Only speed at its absolute limit can carry you through without touching a hair of them.
" "I know that well enough," Shen Mu said sullenly. "I am, after all, the second-greatest shadow thief under heaven.
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. " "Third, not second.
" The Lame Elder kept backing away, threw him that reminder, then bellowed, "Are you ready? If you are ready, then. .
. " "Go! " At his roar, three figures shot out in an instant, their speed climbing madly — yet they did not head straight for the Pixiang Hall, but raced toward the heart of the Hundred Thousand Black Mountains.
In the blink of an eye, boom, boom, boom, sonic booms rang out; the three had pushed their speed to the limit their bodies could bear, and then they stepped out, becoming three streaks of light and shadow. Within that radiance the three seemed to ignore space itself, their forms like flowing light!
Even so, their speed was still rising.
Shen Mu's mana was the most powerful and his strength the greatest, but when it came to sheer speed he was still a notch slower than the Lame Elder and Lan Yutian. By the time the three reached the heart of the Hundred Thousand Black Mountains, their speed had reached its absolute limit!
The three streaks of light flickered through the Hundred Thousand Black Mountains in almost leaping fashion, drawing closer and closer to the crowd!
Once their speed reached its limit, a strange sight unfolded before the eyes of the crowd. Their bodies seemed to be made of no substance at all; even when they touched the mountain peaks, it was as if they met nothing, and they passed straight through the mountains!
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! The three streaks of light hurtled toward the Pixiang Hall and vanished one after another, passing through seal after seal, while the seals did not stir in the slightest, letting them through — leaving the crowd outside staring, dumbstruck! What the crowd saw differed from what Shen Mu and the others saw.
The crowd saw only that they passed through; but in the vision of Shen Mu and his companions, they were passing through seals of immense size. Those seals were dazzling beyond measure, each with a different structure: giants whose heads held up the sky and whose feet stood on the earth; strange beasts of every hue; ancient gods in every form; and constructions of arcane calculation runes, extraordinary and strange, like machines of exquisite precision. Beyond these there was a vast starry sky wrought of divine sense; the Great Emperor of the Myriad Ways, formed of primordial qi, enthroned within it; the Heavenly Duke's great hand of the heavenly dao inverted and pressing down; and Tubo, with matchless power, shaking the Nether River into a long whip that sealed off the hall!
And the Guixu Abyss, spinning madly, devouring all things! They also encountered the seals of the Ten Heavenly Venerables — the great divine arts of Hao, Huo, Gong, Lang, Zu, Hong, Qiang, Yan, and the rest, coiled and gathered together, perilous beyond words! To the crowd outside the hall, the three passing through those seals was the work of an instant; but for the three themselves, time stretched endlessly.