Chapter 1677 — Union with the Primordial Dao
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" Before he could finish, Taichu raised his hand and drove a finger through his brow! The Dao-attainer's head burst with a bang, his body swayed, and he toppled to the ground.
Taichu's face darkened. He looked up at the squirming tower of flesh, and through the writhing fleshy chains he could see the primordial purple qi within, and the World Tree floating in it.
"If the Third Young Master descends, I will be of no use at all. . .
Right now Emperor Haotian is the Heavenly Emperor, and I am the Emperor Emeritus — at least I am second only to one man. If the Third Young Master comes, and I also have to summon all of you over, wouldn't we have to sacrifice more than half the universe to swap you across? " He walked a full circle around the Primordial Tower and murmured, "When that day comes, what rank will I hold?
Will there still be enough profit for me? " He laughed coldly, and all of a sudden the One-Qi Daluo Heaven moved at high speed, bearing him and the tower of flesh toward the Ancestral Court. "My boy Haotian is still too green. If it were him, he would most likely agree to trade the Heavenly Venerable Mu for the Third Young Master.
But I am different.
" Standing beneath the tower of flesh, Taichu fixed his gaze on the drifting eyeball in the purple qi and said coolly, "I will not do that.
I will send the Heavenly Venerable Mu into the Long River of Chaos, let him return to the universe of the past, and let him fight the Third and Fourth Young Masters to the death! And we — we will rule this vast universe in peace. " "Well said.
" Shen Mu's voice suddenly came from within the Primordial Tower, and it was coming from that eyeball floating beside the World Tree. Taichu frowned and touched the sword wound on his forehead; the injury that Shen Mu's sword had dealt him, piercing through his skull, was still there. "Heavenly Venerable Mu, that you are still alive truly takes me by surprise. " Taichu sat down beneath a tree, looked up at the tower of flesh, and said composedly, "You are right.
I no longer have the sharp edge I once had, but I am still alive, while you have become my prisoner. Now I am outside, and you are inside.
" He smiled faintly.
"Soon you will be sunk into the Long River by me and delivered to the prehistoric age. When that happens, you can live as the Seventh Young Master in the shattered spacetime of the past, and this universe will have no need for you.
" "Hahahaha! " Shen Mu's laughter rolled out of the Primordial Tower, gentle and unhurried: "A fine scheme. But even if you can send me to the prehistoric universe, you will still be number two, and your son will still be number one. " Taichu smiled.
"That is hard to say.
Whatever rank I am, you will always be the seventh. " "Not necessarily.
Demon King of All Heavens, bring out Lan Yutian. " In the purple qi, that eyeball suddenly said, "Let him help me resolve this Primordial Dao-Dissolution.
" Taichu's heart shook.
He hastily stood up and looked into the tower, and saw that the eyeball contained a heaven and earth, a whole cosmos within, an inner structure of extraordinary complexity — there was actually a Youdu formed from Tubo's horn, a Xuandu forged by Father Heaven, and even a shard of the Taiyi eggshell! And in that world within the eye, a demon god with four heads and eight arms cradled a jade pot in his arms. The demon god raised the jade pot aloft, and a host of countless heavens welled up!
Taichu inwardly groaned. He watched the eight-armed demon god bow and say, "Master Lan, the Sect Master requests your presence. " "Coming, coming!
" A familiar figure stepped out from that host of heavens — and it was none other than Heavenly Venerable Yu!
Taichu's eyelid twitched wildly. Heavenly Venerable Yu — his heart demon!
A million years ago, at the instant he first met this man, he had known that he was absolutely no match for this human youth.