Chapter 1666 — Burying the Great Dao
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 3 of 4
" Shen Mu flicked his sword; the blade in his hand vibrated and sang: "You all claim again and again that you act for your own people, your own living beings, but without your stowaway passage, how could the sixteenth-era universe have reached its end in a mere six hundred million years? Maggots!
" As the sword's song rang out, terrifying sword light burst from the Primordial Sage's midline, splitting his body apart with a shriek! "You Dao-attainers who cling to life by any means are no different from the Ten Heavenly Venerables; you are nothing but a pack of idle parasites fattening yourselves on others.
" Shen Mu turned and walked toward the next treasure hall.
Behind him, the Primordial Sage's phantom was devoured by the Guixu, while the phantoms of his Dao tree, Dao fruit, and Dao flower were absorbed by the World Tree.
The World Tree rumbled and shook, growing without cease, propping the God-Store Universe higher and wider. At the same time, an inexplicable tremor came from the void; the thirty-second layer of void surfaced, and Shen Mu's Dao was imprinted upon it.
"The Seventh Young Lord's heretical doctrines are skilled at bewitching the hearts of men! " The treasure halls quaked; the remaining sixty-seven towering figures of Dao-attainers stood before their respective treasure halls, their faces hazy and indistinct.
They could not see Shen Mu's face, and Shen Mu could not see theirs.
With one voice, their voices quaking, they resounded through the God-Store Universe.
"We are untalented and cannot refute the Seventh Young Lord; since we cannot refute him, then we must simply see the Seventh Young Lord on his way!
" Behind the sixty-seven treasure halls, Dao tree after Dao tree rose swaying, branches dancing, roots writhing.
The sixty-seven phantoms of past-universe Dao-attainers each urged on their own power, their own Dao trees, Dao flowers, and Dao fruits; in a single instant, the entire Jade Capital nearly came to a boil!
The prehistoric Dao-attainers, their Daos, their Dao-realm divine powers, in this moment joined perfectly like pearls in a strand; the power of Shen Mu's Jade Capital was nearly driven to its utmost limit by them.
"See the Seventh Young Lord on his way!
" Sixty-seven voices crossed time and space, transmitting into Shen Mu's mind, exploding back and forth within his primordial-fetus God-Store.
"Miro Dao Burial!
" This power could destroy heaven and earth; the next moment, it struck Shen Mu's primordial spirit!
With this blow, the heavens were extinguished, the Heavenly Court shattered, the Heavenly Palace collapsed; the Mystic Capital, the Prime Capital, the Nether Capital—all were buried!
Layer upon layer of void crumbled and disintegrated; even the Ancestral Court was shattered in this blow, annihilated, beaten into primal chaos!
However vast Shen Mu's primordial spirit's divine powers, before this Dao-burying power it was utterly defenseless! Boom— Shen Mu's God-Store Universe was completely destroyed; the wind of heat-death howled, turning all things into rolling, spinning chaotic qi, leaving only Shen Mu's Jade Capital.
This Jade Capital was like the Jade Capital of the Ancestral Court, existing in the world since ancient times, enduring the great kalpa of universal destruction without perishing. The phantoms of the sixty-seven Dao-attainers stood within the Jade Capital and looked around; they saw chaos sweeping over all things, the Guixu spinning, devouring the chaotic qi like a whale.
Not far off, the World Tree stood erect amid the chaos, utterly unmoved by the great kalpa of universal destruction.
"His Chaos Hall is still there!
" a Dao-attainer cried in alarm.
At the center of the Jade Capital, chaotic qi filled the air, and a great hall floated within it, not stirring in the slightest.