Chapter 1775 — A Song Piercing the Long Wind
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 4
This formation contained the art of spirit-summoning, which was not a power unique to the Western Lands, for the True Heaven Palace of the Western Lands itself came from the Heavenly Court. Nor did the art of spirit-summoning come from the Heavenly Court, but from the Kaihuang era, as one of the fruits of Kaihuang's reforms.
That treant looked little different from the other treants, only larger in size, yet on close inspection the fabric of its flesh was wholly unlike theirs. Its body was not built of formation patterns, but carved of infinitesimal runes, exceedingly fine, as if baptized and honed through countless years.
One could even see in its flesh traces left by the great calamity that destroys universes, the erosion of its chaotic qi leaving unhealable scars upon his Dao body.
He was the Palace Master of Long Wind Palace among the Seventy-two Palaces of Yujing City in the Ancestral Court, and though his flesh was not so ancient as that of the Lingguan Palace Master, in whom innate gods were born, it was nonetheless extraordinary. More terrible still, his Dao tree and Dao fruit were descending together with him.
His Dao fruit was unlike all others, for it hung directly within the crown atop his head.
The Palace Master of Long Wind Palace had attained the Dao as one of a different kind, a divine tree cultivated to godhood, enduring wind and rain and the honing of every calamity until his great Dao was entrusted to the void and he became an Attainer.
His path to attainment could be called legend, and when he became an Attainer even the Master of Miluo Palace was stirred to appear in person and guide him, saying: "Rather than entrust your great Dao to the void to achieve a Dao tree, better to entrust yourself to the void. " Receiving the guidance of the Master of Miluo Palace, the Palace Master of Long Wind Palace was suddenly enlightened, and so made himself his Dao tree and entrusted himself to the void, becoming a unique Attainer.
His flesh was his Dao tree, his Dao fruit hung upon the head of his body, and the perils he faced in passing the apocalyptic calamity were far less than those faced by other Attainers, an achievement envied even by the young masters of Miluo Palace.
"My roots have not yet fully descended.
" The Palace Master of Long Wind Palace hid his light and made himself look no different from the other treants, thinking silently: "Yet it will not take much longer, two years at most, before I fully descend.
Once I have fully descended, this Seventeenth Era will be within grasp.
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" Boom! A golden light flew in, faster than light itself, smashing straight through every formation in Flywheel Fort, crushing all the formations to ruin under its weight.
Within that golden light was a ship that struck the Palace Master of Long Wind Palace full on and tore the great tree up by the roots.
His roots had not fully descended, but many had already emerged, driven deep into the frontier soil of the Yuan Realm. Now some of these roots were ripped out and some torn apart, and the dreadful impact pinned him to the ground and dragged him along beneath the hull, gouging a deep trench in the earth, blazing with fire and crackling with lightning.
With a howl the golden ship crushed him onward out of the Yuan Realm and tore through the sky, while aboard the ship the divine-artifact Lan Yutians stood in staggered ranks, each urging his powers, all of them the Five Tai divine powers, pouring down from the ship and blasting into the body of the Palace Master of Long Wind Palace.
At that very moment, Shang Jun stepped into the cloth shop and threw himself into the painting. Lan Yutian had seized the initiative and, without further thought, hurled every manner of power recklessly at the Palace Master grinding and dragging beneath the hull.