Chapter 1679 — The Door and the Stone Stele
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 4
Shen Mu was utterly unaware of this. While accelerating his absorption of Hongmeng purple qi, he attempted to devour and refine the power of the Hongmeng Transformation Dao, saying in a low voice: "Royal Brother, the wind of cold silence is about to blow into the pagoda. Your cultivation is insufficient - hiding in my eye, you must be careful!"
The wind of cold silence swept over Shen Mu's body, flattening his flesh nearly to the point of dissolving into countless particles.
Shen Mu activated the improved Mystic Body Three Elixirs Art, forcibly steadying his flesh to resist this terrifying force.
He could barely withstand the wind of cold silence of the Ultimate Void, but this wind penetrated everywhere. He also worried that the wind of cold silence might blow into the vertical eye at his brow and harm the people within.
In his eye were not only Lan Yutian and the Dutian Demon King, but also hundreds of millions of Jingping commoners and gods and demons. If the wind of cold silence blew in, these people would likely all turn to nothingness in but a moment, ceasing to exist!
To die here meant even the soul would turn to nothingness, with no way to summon it back.
Lan Yutian hurriedly had the Dutian Demon King hide inside the Hutian Bottle. After some thought, he did not follow Dutian into the bottle. If the wind of cold silence blew into Shen Mu's vertical eye, even the Hutian Bottle could not protect everyone - this whole heaven would quickly be reduced to void, and all would die within the bottle.
Though his strength was inferior to Shen Mu's, he was by no means ordinary, and his Dao arts and divine powers were profound and mysterious. He intended to remain outside to guard the Hutian Bottle.
Shen Mu's flesh was still growing at tremendous speed. As he activated the Mystic Body Three Elixirs Art, the wind of cold silence blew over him, yet his body, as though composed of Hongmeng runes formed from Hongmeng primordial qi, did not budge in the slightest!
No matter how the wind of cold silence tugged at him, it could not reduce his flesh to nothingness.
However, the Hongmeng Transformation Dao divine art within the tower of flesh and blood attacked simultaneously. Resisting both forces at once only intensified the pressure on him!
"I must quickly grow my flesh, or I will not be able to handle the situation before me!"
Shen Mu urged on his Hongmeng primordial qi, and the Tribulation Sword's power immediately surged. Though his flesh had not yet fully recovered, the power of his sword Dao divine art surpassed what it had been before, filling him with both shock and delight.
The Dao chains of the tower of flesh and blood collapsed even faster, the chains disintegrating into Dao patterns. But this divine art had been designed by the Third Young Master specifically to counter him, and he could not fully break it in a short time.
At last, Shen Mu grew two legs - but only down to the upper thighs - when his Hongmeng primordial qi was exhausted!
Shen Mu's three eyes went wide as he called out loudly: "Royal Brother, my Hongmeng primordial qi is used up! I still have not formed my two legs and my primordial spirit! What should I do?"
Lan Yutian, warily surveying the surroundings from within his vertical eye and guarding against the wind of cold silence, said in alarm: "You used Hongmeng primordial qi to reshape your flesh, which far surpasses your former body - that is why the consumption was so enormous. But do not worry, the Ancestral Court has chaos mineral veins. Absorb the chaos qi there and you can grow them out!"
Shen Mu's head ached. Lan Yutian was an unreliable fellow too - distant water cannot quench a nearby fire. The chaos qi in the Ancestral Court's chaos mineral veins was abundant, but how was he supposed to fly there now?
Moreover, turning chaos qi into Hongmeng purple qi did not seem so easy.
Lan Yutian might know how to convert it, but learning from him would likely take considerable time.
Boom!