Chapter 1579 — Sealed for Eternity
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 1 of 4
Lord Ling suddenly felt her heart fill with an inexpressible warmth.
She had never felt anything remotely like it.
She wanted very much to say, I have waited for you too long—but the words would not come out.
She could no longer remember how many times she had died. Every death had come so swiftly, so painfully, and yet this cycle would never end.
Her disciple Yi Shisheng had sealed up the Shanghuang Heaven and gathered her corpses along the lower reaches of the Celestial River, burying one of her bodies in each coffin; but whenever the Unchanging divine ability erupted, her corpse would turn into river water. And so, over the long passage of more than forty thousand years, her coffins had filled the Shanghuang Heaven to bursting.
Through all those forty thousand years she had been killed again and again, and had even thought of ending it all herself—but even she could not unravel her own divine ability.
The Great Emperor Ming Fangyu had left her too little time to sit and think deeply about how her own divine ability might be undone. In the midst of death after death, even the strongest mind would collapse—and Lord Ling was no exception. Her shock and gratitude at the moment she saw Shen Mu could well be imagined.
She was a woman of incomparably firm will, but even the firmest will had been worn down to collapse by all those years of dying.
And so, once her gaze fell upon Shen Mu's face, it could not move away.
The warmth that came from his hand was no longer the bitter cold that came with an icy spear-shaft piercing her own body; it made her feel alive.
She could not believe what she felt. Only when she heard Shen Mu's voice did this wild joy blossom from the depths of her heart, surge through her whole body, and turn into a warm current. On the other side, in the instant that the Great Emperor's primordial spirit, Ming Fangyu, was forcibly knocked out of the Taichu body by the cane, it arrested its retreat and charged once more at the Heavenly Emperor's body.
"Great Emperor, I knocked you out of the Taichu body, and still you want to come back?
" Shen Mu turned and smiled at the onrushing primordial spirit.
"You probably don't know me yet. My name is Shen Mu—Shen of 'three men planting a field,' Mu of 'herding the oxen.
' You may call me Lord Mu.
Though you still don't recognize me, we have been locked in mutual hatred and mutual slaughter for a very long time. " Even as he smiled, however, the blow he dealt was venomous in the extreme. He reached out, seized the two God-Slaying Mystic Sabers, and merged them into one, slashing a single stroke at the brow of the Heavenly Emperor's body!
The stroke was vast and majestic, displaying to the utmost the overbearing might of the Way of the Saber! Ming Fangyu was of the thirty-five-layer Heavenly Dao realm, and the God-Slaying Platform likewise numbered as many as thirty-five layers.
With the God-Slaying Platform driven into action, the power of the God-Slaying Mystic Saber was pushed to the limit!
This one stroke could gravely wound even Kaihuang, could batter Kaihuang until his Dao heart collapsed—and yet, falling upon the brow of the Heavenly Emperor's body, it could not even break that body's skin. Clang!
A violent concussion came, knocking the God-Slaying Mystic Saber in Shen Mu's hand high into the air. Shen Mu's heart jolted: "Such a fearsomely strong body?
" He could hardly believe it—he had never seen such a fearsomely strong body!
The God-Slaying Mystic Saber could hew even the flesh of the Heavenly Duke, yet it could not cut the smallest scratch in the Heavenly Emperor's skin! The toughness of such a body far surpassed that of the body the Great Emperor himself had worn—it reached a degree without equal in all the world!
"Truly the mightiest of ancient gods!
" At this moment, even Shen Mu was stirred by the Heavenly Emperor's body.
One who could command such a body could well be said to stand in an invincible position!