Chapter 1719 — The Dream-Chasing Youth, Part Two
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 5
An old general knelt on the deck, head hanging, no breath. Meng Yungui was stunned, seeing that this old subordinate who had always followed him was covered in wounds.
He had long suffered fatal wounds; his heavenly palace and divine repository were already shattered, his primordial spirit beaten full of holes, and now at last he could not hold on, his soul scattered.
Beside the old general, a young human deity swayed, using the sword in his hand to prop himself up; no longer able to hold on, he grinned and said: "Heavenly Master, I can no longer follow you. .
. " He stared wide-eyed, suddenly pulled the sword across his neck, and cut off his own head.
That young deity lifted his own head, and the head laughed: "Your subordinate, even unto death, will never become a burden to the Heavenly Master! " "Heavenly Master. " Another warrior of the Yuhua Camp planted the broken spear in his hand into the deck, the spear tip against his own chest: "To have been able to follow the Heavenly Master is the good fortune of my whole life! Heavenly Master, until the next life!
" He lunged forward, the spear tip piercing his heart, and his body stood upright, unyielding. "We no longer have power to fight. If we stay by the Heavenly Master's side, he will have to look after us and will not be able to give everything in the battle against Yiluo!
" The remaining Yuhua Camp warriors each activated their divine weapons, bowed deeply, and one after another the divine weapons slew their own primordial spirits.
Blood and tears blurred Meng Yungui's sight. The eleven figures who had died standing, and the old subordinate who knelt without breath, filled his heart with grief, yet he was strangely calm.
He blinked hard, squeezing the blood-tears from his eyes; at this moment tears and blood could only disturb his vision.
He was not much better than those old subordinates. His divine repository and heavenly palace were likewise covered with cracks; his primordial spirit was on the edge of falling apart. He too was not far from death.
"Gentlemen, wait for me a moment.
" He staggered toward Yiluo Heavenly King. In that instant, his aura burned fierce, mixing with his qi and blood, dyeing the whole ship scarlet!
In that instant, even Yiluo Heavenly King was somewhat moved. Meng Yungui was an arrow at the end of its flight.
In such a state, Meng Yungui could not even exert one-tenth of his usual strength! "Number is art. Model on yin and yang, and attune to the arts of number.
" As Meng Yungui advanced, he murmured under his breath: "Yin and yang are zero and one—make it binary. The Three Powers are heaven, earth, and man—make it ternary.
The Four Images are the Four Emperors—make it quaternary. The Five Elements are the Five Luminaries—make it quinary.
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" Yiluo Heavenly King frowned. What Meng Yungui recited were the most basic formulas of the numerological arts.
He had heard these formulas and had studied them.
But the way of numerological arts was truly cumbersome; as a half-god he had not immersed himself in it, but instead had turned to bitter cultivation of Dao techniques and divine powers.
Meng Yungui, as if unconscious, recited these most basic numerological formulas while mustering his remaining primordial qi cultivation.
Around him, the primordial qi gradually turned into runes, and the runes evolved according to the numerological laws of various bases. Yiluo Heavenly King's expression turned grave. Although he did not know what use Meng Yungui's recitation of these basic formulas had, he saw that Meng Yungui's runes were transforming into Dao patterns! The Dao patterns around Meng Yungui combined at tremendous speed, becoming Dao chains, and the Dao chains were becoming a domain!
The great numerological domain around Meng Yungui deepened heaven upon heaven! In Meng Yungui's present state, he had no such qi to unleash such a powerful domain.