Chapter 1753 — Sealing the Coffin and Sinking It in the River
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The Haotian Emperor fixed the distant Shen Mu with a venomous stare, then turned abruptly and strode to the front of the Lingxiao Palace, only to find its gates sealed by a web of knotted red cords that barred all entry. From within the hall came surge after surge of dreadful fluctuation, as if some beings were locked in combat inside.
It could only be the consciousness of the Third Young Master wielding the power of the Lingxiao Palace against Shen Mu's red-cord knots, striving to break that divine art!
After making his obeisance, the Haotian Emperor said: "Young Master Lingxiao, Mu Tianzun no longer breathes. Can he be dead?
" The commotion in the hall suddenly fell still, and the voice of the Third Young Master came forth: "The Seventh Young Master of Miluo Palace has always dwelt in the past universe.
How could he die? Through the epochs of past universes, who knows how many sought to kill him, yet he still lives perfectly well. Even the Calamity of Ruin and the Calamity of Creation might not be able to kill him. Now he is only too gravely wounded, and seizes the chance to enter extinction in feigned death.
" A chill ran through the Haotian Emperor's heart: "Fortunate that I was not tricked!
" The Third Young Master said: "Yet his wounds are extremely heavy, and little power should remain to him, or he would not have needed half a month to contract his divine treasuries and enter extinction in feigned death. At his peak, with one thought to extinguish the world and one thought to open heaven, he could have healed the wounds upon his body. That stroke of mine is a divine art created by my teacher to break the Lord of Potian Capital. Struck by that stroke, even his entry into extinction was arduously hard! And once extinct, to open heaven and be reborn has become extraordinarily difficult! In his present state, neither alive nor dead, he seeks to borrow extinction to break the dao wound I left upon him, yet he cannot break it!
" The Haotian Emperor looked up and cried out: "What does the Young Master mean?
" "In his present state, little of his battle strength remains, with scant power and scant threat. You may well seize him and send him to the Ancestral Court to be sunk in the river.
" The Third Young Master said in a low voice: "Cast him back into the chaotic long river of Jade Capital City, and he will be unable to return here unless he too performs a blood sacrifice! But the blood sacrifice was presided over by me, laid out over six billion years, and I will give him no chance to return. So long as you send him back to the past, you need never fear him again, and Jingping too can be shattered with a flick of the fingers. " The Haotian Emperor's heart thudded wildly.
After giving thanks in worship, he rose and gazed from afar toward Shen Mu.
"This divine art was created by my teacher to trap the Second Young Master Wuji. Old Seven learned only its surface, yet for me to break it, I fear I must spend five or six years to undo this single form.
" The voice of the Third Young Master came: "In these days you may attend to your own affairs and must not come to disturb me. I must devote myself wholly to breaking the red-cord knots, for if I am distracted I will easily suffer backlash. Still less must you touch these red-cord knots, do you understand?
" In the Haotian Emperor's mind there was only a single thought, and he did not clearly hear his words.
Wherever his gaze reached, he saw Shen Mu sitting withered beneath the World Tree, while the two Taiji Ancient Gods ordered men to go and probe. Those scouts of the Heavenly Court had not yet come before him when suddenly they burst apart with dull pops and turned into wisps of chaotic qi!