Chapter 1689 — The Chapter of Heaven's Capital Shaping the World
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He hesitated a moment, then put his right foot back.
In his eyes, Tiandu City was no longer a ruin; it seemed as though newly created — resplendent in gold and jade, lined and threaded with Dao light, standing at the highest point of the universe.
And yet this Tiandu City was collapsing!
Shen Mu's vision again became that of the footprints' owner. The last scene he saw was the Primordial Purple Qi of the Master of Miluo Palace, the Dao Tree of Miluo Palace, and behind the Dao Tree, the collapsing Tiandu City — and his own falling figure!
The Chaos Divine Axe slipped from his hand.
Shen Mu fell along with him, his Dao heart ashen.
"Fellow Daoist, what you have done is not right." He heard the voice of the Master of Miluo Palace, growing ever more indistinct.
A long time passed. Shen Mu regained consciousness, his vision gradually returning. Only then did he realize he had fallen upon the altar. He scrambled to his feet and looked around — this was still the ruins of Tiandu, nothing had changed.
A look of bewilderment came over him. He descended the altar and walked out of the ruins in a daze, a single immense doubt churning endlessly in his mind.
"Why did the Master of Miluo Palace kill the Lord of Tiandu? Why..."