Chapter 1680 — The Whereabouts of That Yi One
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 1 of 4
The Cook of those years had been in an even more wretched state than Shen Mu was now. Back then, the Cook had been severed at the waist, leaving only his upper half; Shen Mu still had his waist — it was merely that his thighs had not fully grown out.
He had used Primordial Qi to reconstruct his fleshly body, but alas, the Qi had been exhausted, and there was no way to restore it.
"Now there are only two paths. One is to cultivate honestly, raise my cultivation, and as it rises, my body will gradually regrow.
" Shen Mu "stood" upon the door plank, raised a hand to scratch his head, and thought: "The other path is to search out Chaos Qi and learn from Lan Yutian how to transform Chaos Qi into Primordial Qi. There are Chaos ore veins in the Ancestral Court. Though the Chaos Godstones and raw stones are gone, there is enough Chaos Qi for me to absorb and refine. " Of the two paths, the former was the safer, relying on his own cultivation step by step — only, when his body might actually regrow was far from certain.
The latter was faster, but the spirit-energy transit bridge leading to the Ancestral Court had been completely destroyed. Even if he asked the Moon Heavenly Venerable to send him to the Ancestral Court, it would take one or two months.
Add to that the cost of learning — learning how to convert Chaos Qi into Primordial Qi would likely take another four or five years. This encounter could be called a blessing in disguise.
He had gained complete mastery of Primordial Qi, reconstructing his fleshly body and his primordial spirit with it. In sheer physical strength alone, he had absolutely surpassed the fleshly body of the Taichu Ancient God!
His present body could well be called the finest body under heaven — though, of course, it was not quite complete.
If his primordial spirit were also cultivated back to its former level, then his primordial spirit too would be the finest under heaven! And his Qi would likewise reach the long-dreamed-of height of Primordial Purple Qi.
The benefits were so immense they could be called unprecedented!
If he recovered to his peak state, ordinary Dao-attainers would be unable to breach his body and spirit or leave him with Dao wounds.
Yet as to when he might recover to his peak, Shen Mu was genuinely troubled.
He looked down and could not help but start. Below there was no world of the Myriad Heavens, no stars or galaxies — only a vast void.
This place was like the pure dark blank region of the cosmos, utterly devoid of matter. Shen Mu had long since established a star map of the great cosmos, clearly marking the geography of the primordial universe. Jingping's masters of divination had even calculated the total quantity of matter in this cosmos.
To him, the universe held few secrets anymore. The starry sky within the cosmos, viewed macroscopically, had matter distributed essentially evenly — this was the doing of the rules. Because of the function of the thirty-six voids, space was ceaselessly stretched, and matter drew away from matter, from galaxies and rivers and planets down to every single particle.
Yet in the cosmos below, a vast expanse of space was utterly dark, devoid of any matter — this was almost impossible! Shen Mu was stunned for a moment, then thought of that abandoned place in the Ultimate Void where even the filth it could not digest was dumped — that abandoned place seemed to correspond to this one. "Perhaps from this void realm, I can find the abandoned place of the Ultimate Void.
" Shen Mu stood on the door plank, drifting aimlessly, searching for a reference point by which to determine his position.
"The writing on this door plank seems to be a kind of seal. " Controlling the plank against the cold and silent wind even as he observed the writing on it, he saw that the characters were exceedingly ancient, a script formed in the prehistoric cosmos, wholly different from any writing of the present day.