Chapter 1738 — The Hunter of the Seventeenth Epoch
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 3 of 5
Among the prehistoric powerhouses who had stowed away through the World Tree, few were Dao Achievers; a great part of the Dao Achievers were gathered in Jade Capital City of the Ancestral Court, a holy land of Dao Achievers where Dao Trees grew in forests. And most of the prehistoric powerhouses who chose to stow away through the World Tree had no fate to attain the Dao and no right to enter Jade Capital City of the Ancestral Court; so if they wished to live, the World Tree was their only road. In that year, because of the death of the Lame Old Man, Shen Mu in a fury had gone deep into the mineral veins of Great Black Mountain in a single night and cut down more than a hundred prehistoric powerhouses in succession.
Xu Shenghua had surely not won such merit in one night; rather, he had done the like every day for these thirty-odd years.
That is to say, battling these prehistoric powerhouses daily and tempering himself, his understanding of prehistoric Dao arts and divine abilities might well stand above even Lingguan's. That was Xu Shenghua's opening for victory! "He has secretly drunk a great deal of the Dao Dew, and that Dew greatly enhances his cultivation.
Drinking a little each day, releasing one prehistoric powerhouse at a time, gathering little by little into much, he makes up for the shortness of his cultivation time.
Were I in his place, the moment I saw Lingguan arrive I would decisively drain every drop of that Dao Dew and, with the power of Tai Yi's Dao Dew, contend against Lingguan! " "Xu Shenghua will do the same! He is as clever as I am!
" Even so, Shen Mu still struggled onward; only by seeing Xu Shenghua with his own eyes could he be at ease.
At last he came to the place of the final fluctuation, and saw the two ancient-god clones of Hall Master Lingguan, huge of frame, standing in a valley, the ground all around strewn with the remnants of divine abilities, still filled with deadly aftershocks. That divine ability was one born of the Miluo Palace; its Dao chains blazed fiercely, forming a net of heaven and earth that sealed the place off.
And Xu Shenghua now lay between the two ancient-god clones, blood all around him, motionless. "Surely not.
.
. " Shen Mu's heart sank.
Hall Master Lingguan's Dao Fruit was still there, his Dao Flower still there — battered and tattered, but not wholly destroyed. It was the Dao Fruit and the Dao Flower that sustained the net of Dao chains!
Shen Mu walked forward, his gaze falling on Lingguan's two ancient-god clones, and was briefly startled. He went straight toward the net, passing between the terrible Dao chains as their power erupted, violent beyond measure.
Shen Mu gave a stifled grunt. With no mana left to resist, he relied on his mighty Primordial Chaos Body to bear that final divine ability head-on as he stepped into the net. Boom. Boom.
Two great reports rang out: Lingguan's Dao Fruit burst, his Dao Flower burst; then the two ancient-god bodies swayed and toppled to the ground.
Xu Shenghua raised his head to look, then let it fall back, panting a few hoarse breaths, and said in a ragged voice, "Sect Master Shen, you've come. I can no longer break open his last divine ability. He spent his final strength sealing me in here, waiting for nightfall, when this place will become a paradise for the prehistoric powerhouses, and they will strike me down. . .
" Shen Mu came to his side and examined his wounds.
Xu Shenghua's body bore a great many wounds, and they had not healed; within them lingered remnants of the Miluo Palace's Dao arts.
Shen Mu tried to heal him, but there was no vital essence left within him to draw upon. "I have done my best to avoid fatal wounds. " Xu Shenghua, rarely, showed a smile.
"You are in a sorrier state than I am.
Heal yourself first.
I need only crawl up the World Tree and wait for Tai Yi's Dao Tree to appear; catching some Dao Dew should keep me alive.
. . " Suddenly he felt water strike his face.