Chapter 1692 — Village Pig-Slaughter Feast
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 3 of 4
With no object to reflect, the runes contained within the obelisk appeared one by one. The main body of the stele was chaos stone.
The Primordial runes the Eldest Young Master had imprinted on the chaos stone displayed an incomparably dense and exquisite structure, like art, yet also like a complex and ingenious mechanical construct, constantly changing. Shen Mu was utterly absorbed, studying these rune imprints.
The changes in the stele's rune imprints displayed a structure of numerology; each change contained profound principles of numerology. Though they came from different cosmic epochs, with different languages and scripts, the Primordial runes were the same, and the language of the Dao was also mutually intelligible; more crucially, numerology was also a language that could be communicated!
Shen Mu's attainments in these three languages were all very high, making his comprehension of the Eldest Young Master's Primordial seal divine power much simpler than he had imagined. Even so, it took Shen Mu two or three months to thoroughly master the Primordial seal on the obelisk.
What he needed to do was not to violently break the seal formed by the obelisk forest, but to enter the forest himself without being suppressed by the seal.
And the most crucial link was that he needed to make his own qi imitate the Primordial rune sequence of the obelisks, so that the seal within the forest would think he was the missing stele!
Shen Mu lingered outside the forest for a long while, repeatedly deducing and checking for flaws. When he could no longer find any error, he finally stepped into the forest.
By this time, the suppressive force emanating from the forest could no longer threaten him; instead, it made him feel as free as a fish in water.
The mirror surfaces of the obelisks reflected his figure, but what they reflected was not him, but a walking obelisk! This was the most wondrous aspect of the Primordial runes.
Shen Mu traveled along, gradually penetrating deeper into the forest, but the aura of slaughter and the smell of blood emanating from the forest grew ever more intense. "This aura of slaughter is no small matter.
It is even more intense than the heavenly baleful qi formed when the Lord of Heaven died, and far more formidable than the two divine blades on the God-Slaying Platform!
What kind of person possesses such a terrifying aura of slaughter?
" The obelisk forest was like a labyrinth; the mirror surfaces of the steles reflected other steles, making one dizzy and easily lost. Shen Mu wandered for a long time, relying on the sun in the sky to determine his direction, and gradually entered the center of the forest.
The last layer of the forest was arranged in a circle.
Beyond this forest, the scene ahead suddenly became one of clear mountains and beautiful waters, green hills and blue streams, like a paradise beyond the world.
What surprised Shen Mu most was that there was actually a small village within, with wisps of cooking smoke rising from the chimneys, and farm households burning fires to cook! At the village entrance, a young man had hung a pig from a tree, upside down, and was slaughtering it and draining its blood; below was placed a basin, filled with pig's blood. Beside the young man was a little girl with a pair of horn-shaped braids, running joyfully around the tree, giggling, her voice very clear and bright.
On a stone block at the village entrance sat an old man, puffing at a water pipe with a rhythmic clicking, squinting his eyes, swallowing clouds and spitting mist. Behind the stone block was also an old tree, on which hung several caterpillars that had spun cocoons.