Chapter 1570 — Forging the Original Intent into a Sword
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 1 of 4
"Heavenly Consort Qiang is dead?
And she died at your hands? " Kaihuang's heart lurched; he turned to Shen Mu in astonishment, and only after a long moment did he speak. "Since you forged the Calamity Sword, your strength has advanced enormously.
But however keen the blade, the one who wields it must not let his cultivation lag behind. Lean too heavily on a sharp weapon, and you lose the drive to press forward. " Shen Mu produced the God-Slaying Platform.
"My cultivation has never lagged. In fact, I am stronger now than ever before.
I can already stand on the same stage as a Heavenly Venerable!
Kaihuang, at my age, what was your cultivation?
There is no need to worry about me.
" Kaihuang thought it over.
At Shen Mu's age he had been a petty deity, nowhere near Shen Mu's present achievements. It must be that he held the boy to too high a standard, and so he feared his fall.
On the God-Slaying Platform, the two divine sabers had recovered much of their power, though not yet to their peak. The two blood-fiend sabers coiled and tangled upon the platform, their might terrifying: slaying primal spirits, slaying flesh, slaying Dao hearts!
"These two sabers seem weaker than before.
Less than they were in the Battle of Xuandu. " Kaihuang studied them, doubtful. "As things stand, their power is too shallow.
I fear they cannot help me attain the Dao. I am too strong; the God-Slaying Platform can put no real pressure on me.
" Shen Mu raised a brow. The two sabers on the platform were frightful beyond measure. Not yet at their height, perhaps, but touch them and you die, brush them and you perish, and Kaihuang still thought their power too shallow! "A saber is wielded by a man.
Leave the God-Slaying Mystic Sabers empty, with no one to drive them, and of course their power is too shallow for you.
" Shen Mu's eyes flickered.
"And what you want is not pressure, but insight into the Dao heart and the Dao realm within the slaying platform.
How would it be if I took command of these two sabers and lent you a hand?
What do you say? " Kaihuang's sword-like brows lifted slightly, and he smiled.
"Very well. Though I do worry your skill is unequal to commanding those two sabers.
" Shen Mu twisted his waist, rolled his neck, worked his limbs loose, and laughed.
"In the Battle of Xuandu, how many Heavenly Venerables did I cut down with a divine saber in my hand? Back then I did not command the God-Slaying Mystic Sabers.
Now the sabers are in my grip, and it is you I worry about.
After all, you are old, and I am still in my prime. " Kaihuang laughed.
"What old and young is there among gods and devils? Heavenly Venerable Mu jests.
" "Heavenly Venerable Shen is too kind. " Shen Mu raised a hand in invitation.
"In that case, shall Heavenly Venerable Shen step onto the platform?
" Kaihuang's left hand closed upon the scabbard of the Wuyou Sword, and he climbed the platform at an unhurried pace. Shen Mu's body rose into the air, over the God-Slaying Platform, floating between the two God-Slaying Mystic Sabers.
The two sabers were like two long dragons of blood-fiend, roaring as they circled him.
He narrowed his eyes and lifted his palm.
The blood-fiend dragons swam past his palm, rank upon rank of reversed scales scraping his skin, rough and keen.
His palm bled, and yet the two malevolent blood dragons seemed utterly docile.
These past days he had refined the God-Slaying Platform, and in refining the platform the two God-Slaying Mystic Sabers had been refined along with it; he wielded the divine sabers as easily as his own two hands. Below, Kaihuang withstood the sabers' killing aura and climbed the platform step by step.
Around him lay what seemed layer upon layer of an invisible sword domain; the saber-light of the platform flickered, and wherever it trespassed upon his domain there came the clang of sword-light against saber-gleam. To Shen Mu, the God-Slaying Platform had only thirty steps.