Chapter 1574 — Only After the Calamity Is There Life to Spare
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 1 of 4
At this moment two Heavenly Rivers appeared above the channel of the Yong River. One was the original Yong River, drifting in the air; the other had sailed in from forty thousand years ago, its surging waters rolling and stretching forward, wrapped in thick mist.
Within the mist the long river stretched on, growing ever longer, and in but a brief moment it had already spanned Jingping and reached into the depths of space.
Where the Heavenly River vanished into that space was the Fallen God Valley Shen Mu had discovered in those years, the seat of the Supreme Heavenly Court.
The Heavenly River of Fallen God Valley likewise flowed through the air, running on toward the Supreme Heavenly Court; yet the Supreme Heavenly Court had long since been sealed, and the blind old man Yi Shisheng kept watch there, day after day, year after year, gathering up Lord Ling's corpse.
With one hand Shen Mu channeled Lord Ling's hairpin; with the other he traced a great circle in the air, which became the divine art Taiji Evolution of Yin and Yang, to fend off the pouncing charge of the Vermilion Bird's flesh body.
A massive Taiji diagram surfaced in the air, and the Grand Emperor, mastering the Vermilion Bird's flesh body, thrust out both claws and tore the diagram open; blazing fire set the Taiji diagram alight.
Scarcely had he torn the Taiji diagram apart when he saw that Shen Mu had already left the gate tower and stepped into the mist.
Without another word the Grand Emperor drove the Vermilion Bird's flesh body plunging into the mist. The flesh body flew swiftly within the fog, yet strangely, this mist and the Heavenly River within it stretched unspeakably far.
At the very moment the two entered the mist, Lord Hao also arrived above the Yong River.
The mist hung dense and would not disperse for a long while.
At the same time, the Palace Heavenly Lord, the Void Heavenly Lord, the Ancestral God King, the Divine Emperor Langxuan and the rest sped toward the Land of Taixu. Before they had even arrived, they saw two Taiji ancient gods rushing there as well, the Taiji Sand Tables behind the two ancients' heads glittering with starlight, star after star trailing in their wake.
The Heavenly Lords exchanged a glance. "Lord Xiao has sent these two ancient gods. It seems he too sets great store by Carefree Land, and will not tolerate Kaihuang walking out of the Other Shore Void."
With Kaihuang and Carefree Land bottled up inside the Other Shore Void, they were like rats trapped in a rat hole: they could be wiped out whenever one pleased.
But if Kaihuang and Carefree Land came out, netting them all in a single sweep would not be so easy.
Though Lord Xiao and Lord Hao had all but torn each other's faces, where profit was concerned they remained of one mind; and so, should Kaihuang walk out of the Other Shore Void, both Lord Hao and Lord Xiao would have to send their mighty ones to block him.
The Heavenly Lords traveled shoulder to shoulder with the two Taiji ancient gods, and had only just reached the Land of Taixu when they saw, head-on, a burning man of fire hurtling backward, his body bearing a thousand sword wounds, blood spurting and hissing.
The four Heavenly Lords and the two ancient gods were startled, and suddenly sword light came sweeping at their faces. The four Heavenly Lords roared in unison and struck out to block it, yet the instant they touched that sword light, their divine arts were broken.
The Palace Heavenly Lord channeled her horn to swell everyone's blood and qi; the next moment the horn was severed, and the rousing call of the horn fell suddenly silent.
The Palace Heavenly Lord's consciousness erupted, and she was about to charge along the sword light when a sword's cry came ringing straight into the depths of her dao heart.