Chapter 1677 — Union with the Primordial Dao
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 1 of 4
As Shen Mu's sword thrust toward him, Taichu only stirred his fingers but made no move to parry.
With his strength, it would have been no great difficulty to stop that sword, yet by some unaccountable impulse he chose to let it pass.
The phantom of the Lingxiao Hall shattered, and he immediately felt the power of the Lingxiao Hall draining away.
That Lingxiao Hall was a force granted to him by the Third Young Master of the Miluo Palace; it was not the Lingxiao Hall of his own Heavenly Court, and the loss of this power made him breathe more easily even as it made him even warier of Shen Mu's strength. Within the One-Qi Daluo Heaven, figures rose and fell one after another; countless Dao chains interlaced, and the attacks of the twenty prehistoric Dao-attainers had become exceedingly strange. They no longer struck directly at Shen Mu but used their own flesh as mediums to activate their respective divine halls.
Those divine halls were incarnations of their own Daos. Their attainments were so lofty that the bodies they now wore were utterly unable to unleash the full might of the halls. These current bodies had been shaped for them by Taichu out of his own blood and the Arcane Art of Creation, and were far inferior to the power of their true bodies.
If the force they drew from their halls grew too strong, it would rupture and dissolve their present frames. So, using themselves as conduits, they madly channeled the power of their halls; their flesh split open under the terrible force, every one of them drenched in blood, as if their bodies might burst at any moment!
Before long, Dao chains were interweaving and crisscrossing in both the One-Qi Daluo Heaven and Shen Mu's Divine Treasury domains. Countless chains combined, locking together like the parts of a machine of peerless precision.
Shen Mu swung his sword and cut down several of his foes, but he was beginning to grow agitated.
There were too many chains. Chains of monstrous thickness had formed a net, constricting his Divine Treasury domains and hemming in his movements, and even his World Tree was now wrapped and shackled by them! Shen Mu felt the circulation of his magic power grow more and more sluggish, and his primordial spirit gradually lost all room to maneuver.
"Not good.
The very structure of these Dao chains looks like a divine technique created specifically against my cultivation method.
. . Of course!
I fought them before I ascended the Chaos Hall; they sounded out my arts and techniques, found my flaws, and created a combined attack aimed straight at them!
" No sooner had the thought crossed his mind than the dozen-odd surviving prehistoric Dao-attainers suddenly roared in unison: "Seventh Young Master!
This is a divine technique the Third Young Master created against your flaws! " Boom! The countless Dao chains seethed, swollen until they burst the bodies of the dozen-odd Dao-attainers apart. One by one their flesh exploded, blood and gore mingling with the chains and fusing into them.
Flesh bred wildly upon the chains, making them thicker and thicker!
In an instant, writhing fleshy chains pinned down Shen Mu's Divine Treasury domains.
Shen Mu was at the thirty-second heaven of the Dao Realm, with thirty-two layers of Divine Treasury domains, and every one of them was now pierced through by chains of living flesh!
In a flash, all thirty-two of Shen Mu's Divine Treasury domains were rusted over and covered with scars. Those mountain-thick chains stretched every which way — some pierced the sky, some bored into the earth, some stabbed into the Five Mines, some plunged into the Great Abyss of Guixu!
Flesh crept along the chains like silk threads, reaching out in every direction, rusting his domains and polluting the sun, moon, and stars!