Chapter 1685 — The Master of Tiandu
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 4
You have no chance of victory. " Shen Mu sighed and sat down, as the Chaos Palace emerged from the River of Chaos: "Talking to you blockheads is truly wearying. I sit here, and whoever dares lend strength to Hao Tianzun shall be my mortal enemy. " The accomplished ones of Yujing City fell silent, and none moved.
The Third Prince raised an eyebrow, his Dao tree emerging behind him hung with nine Dao fruits, and strode forward to meet the motionless Shen Mu. Shen Mu kept all three eyes shut and did not open them. The Third Prince came before Shen Mu, still four yards away, lifted his foot, yet long delayed letting it fall.
The Fourth Prince looked up in surprise, and the music beneath his hands abruptly changed, no longer faltering and broken but growing impassioned and fierce, filled with the aura of slaughter! Behind him his Dao tree and Dao fruits burst forth with dazzling Dao light, leaping in time with the music, and for a moment the dancing light grew resplendently beautiful as it surged toward Shen Mu! The Third Prince's foot came down, and step by step he drew nearer, saying faintly: "Even the Teacher facing us would not dare such arrogance!
Rise!
" Shen Mu remained seated and motionless, and did not rise. The Third Prince raised his hand, overturning heaven with a single palm, and the whole River of Chaos churned unceasingly!
He took another step forward, and his palm fell!
The murderous aura of the music grew incomparably thick!
Shen Mu still kept his three eyes closed and did not open them, as the Third Prince's palm pressed down! At that very instant, the World Tree behind Shen Mu swayed, and amid the flying leaves a Dao fruit emerged, spinning with a hum, its great Dao divine power growing incomparably dense as it rose to meet the Third Prince's palm.
Boom! The River of Chaos trembled, then subsided, as the wind of heat death howled past.
The vertical eye on Shen Mu's brow slowly opened, and within the parting slit Chaos lay vast and misty, with purple light faintly pulsing forth from within the Chaos, about to emerge yet not quite. The Third Prince's robes snapped in the wind as he withdrew his hand and turned away, saying in a low voice: "Seventh Brother, for the Teacher's sake I spare you this once.
Do not let it happen again!
Let us go!
" He swept his sleeve and departed, and after a moment's hesitation the many accomplished ones of Yujing City turned and followed him.
Yet only a portion of the seventy-two palace lords left.
Others remained, standing behind the Fourth Prince.
The Fourth Prince frowned slightly, his gaze falling upon the vertical eye on Shen Mu's brow. The Third Prince had not truly withdrawn for the Lord of Miluo Palace's sake, but had sensed peril and retreated of his own accord to spare his dignity.
What could make even him sense danger must be no trifling thing.
"My purpose is but one, to shatter the Annihilation Calamity and find my lost wife.
" The Fourth Prince laid his palm upon the strings and said indifferently: "I am not like Lingxiao. He seeks eternal power and dominion.
He would create a universe that will never be annihilated. I have only this meager wish.
Whoever blocks me, I shall kill.
" The vertical eye on Shen Mu's brow slowly opened, shooting forth a beam of light, and the Fourth Prince plucked the strings with all his might as the music swelled.
Suddenly the music turned abruptly mute, as a string snapped. The Fourth Prince gave a cold snort, rose, put away his zither, turned, and left. The remaining palace lords hastened after him and vanished without a trace.
Beneath the World Tree, Shen Mu's other pair of eyes slowly opened, and he exhaled a breath of foul air: "To you, it is power for some, or kin for others.
To me, it is the right of those of the future to survive.