Chapter 1682 — Sounding the Depths (Happy Holidays!)
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
That was the Taiji Sand Table, the treasure of the Ancient God of Taiji's attainment of the Dao, black and white in sharp division; turning ever so slightly, it sliced open the world-barrier of the Yuan Realm. A vast sun, seizing the moment when the Heavenly Duke did battle with the Ancestral God King beyond the heavens, squeezed through the Taiji Sand Table into the Yuan Realm's world-barrier, its fires blazing fiercely, burning the sky red!
Within that sun flew Golden Crows, trailing long trains of Golden Crow sacred fire, drawing chariot after chariot as they burst forth from the sun — hundreds of Golden Crows drawing hundreds of chariots, and upon those chariots rode many god-devils of Xuandu! Those god-devils stood upon the chariots with both hands raised high, and in their palms great balls of fire, like little suns, came crashing down upon the Yuan Realm below!
From one divine city of Jingping after another, enormous Sun-Shooting Divine Cannons suddenly floated up into the air; barrage after barrage of cannon-light tore across the sky, streaking blinding brilliance through the heavens above the Yuan Realm, blasting those Golden Crows and their chariots alike to powder!
Boom!
Another violent quaking came; another vast sun squeezed into the Yuan Realm, and then the world-barrier above shook without cease as more giant suns emerged. Countless Golden Crows drew their chariots, charging at the Yuan Realm!
At that very moment, the Thirty-Three Heavens of the Carefree Land floated aloft, and innumerable god-devils of the Kaihuang Era rushed into the sky to meet the god-devils of Xuandu in battle. The Heavenly Court's main armies had not yet come; yet the hosts of Xuandu and the Nether Capital alone were enough to leave the god-devils of the Yuan Realm sorely pressed.
If the Heavenly Court's main host were to arrive, then even all the strength the Yuan Realm could muster might not hold back its first wave of attack.
Shen Mu turned his head and said to Ling Yuxiu, "My lady, leave this place as quickly as you can and hurry to Jingping's aid. I fear this place cannot be held.
" Ling Yuxiu hurried back into the palace and called aloud, "Village Head, Grandpa Tu, we go to Jingping!
" The village head and the others had long since made ready. "In a war of Heavenly Venerables we truly have no part to play," they laughed.
"Off we go, off we go!
" "Take care, Shen boy!
" Grandma Zhu warned.
Shen Mu waved a hand, watching them leave the Yongjiang Heavenly Palace; then he returned within and sat cross-legged before the Lingxiao Hall.
After a while, Shen Mu smiled and said, "Haotian Heavenly Venerable.
" Emperor Haotian came walking in through the front gate of the Yongjiang Heavenly Palace, looked about him, and said leisurely, "What a pure and quiet place this is for a man's old age — and yet the one who dwells here is not content; he must rebel.
Heavenly Venerable Mu, you have disappointed Us.
" Shen Mu watched him approach, and saw that behind the Haotian Heavenly Venerable, Lady Yuanmu stepped out from his shadow, a smile at the corner of her lips: "My little nemesis, we meet again.
" Her gaze fell upon the legs of Shen Mu as he sat on the ground: he wore an infant's trousers, his little short legs and little feet shod in infant's shoes.
She could not but stare, then laugh despite herself: "My little nemesis grows younger the longer he lives!
" Shen Mu smiled faintly, and behind him the Lingxiao Hall suddenly opened. Within, the Ling Heavenly Venerable was bent over a boundless sea of scrolls, writing furiously.
The Ling Heavenly Venerable raised his head, cast aside his brush, and stood.