Chapter 1779 — A Body Full of Holes
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"Seventh Young Master!
" Palace Lord Changfeng stopped in his tracks, and the World-Crossing Golden Ship came to a halt as well.
Palace Lord Changfeng drew a long breath. The Dao fruit within the little tree crown atop his head began to blossom with light, and the Great Dao within the Dao fruit came back to life, its patterns spreading like the convolutions of a brain.
The situation was now extremely adverse to him. His roots were locked to the World-Crossing Golden Ship, and to exchange blows with Shen Mu while dragging this golden ship was plainly a great inconvenience.
In any clash with the Seventh Young Master, the slightest carelessness could prove fatal - let alone when he had a ship of such monstrous size in tow!
More crucial still, this World-Crossing Golden Ship had never been something anyone could command, yet the very first time Shen Mu went to the Miluo Palace, he had made off with it. If, amid the fight, the ship should make a move under the Seventh Young Master's control, he would truly be lost beyond all redemption! Shen Mu's expression was indifferent as he said, "Palace Lord Changfeng, carry a message for me to the Third and Fourth Young Masters.
" At these words, Palace Lord Changfeng felt a chill that went to the bone.
When Palace Lord Chuge died before the assembled crowd of the Miluo Palace, what he had said was precisely that the Seventh Young Master bade him carry a message; then, in front of everyone, his skull had burst open, his Dao fruit had split apart, and he had met a violent death!
Now Shen Mu was again asking him to carry a message to the two young masters, and he could already see his own end! The supreme art of war is to attack the enemy's plans; the supreme of all arts is to attack the heart.
Shen Mu's attack upon the heart was more formidable than any divine power!
Yet Palace Lord Changfeng was resolute as well.
He at once sensed the roots he had left in the Great Tribulation of Annihilation of the Sixteenth Era, stirred his roots, and forcibly dragged his own body toward the Sixteenth Era!
The true body of a tree is not its trunk, its crown, or its branches, but its roots. His roots had not fully descended, and now countless roots strained together, actually towing him out of the starry sky back into the past!
His strength was fearsome, and the path he cultivated was exceedingly singular, his Dao and body united as one, his abilities outstanding and free from the mundane. When his roots exerted their strength, even a phantom of the River of Chaos appeared amid the stars, its waves churning and surging!
The World-Crossing Golden Ship was dragged along by him as well, sailing toward the River of Chaos of the Sixteenth Era! He knew that with his Dao heart shaken, he could hardly hope to win a head-on contest against Shen Mu, and so he chose directly to abandon his descent.
Descending into the Seventeenth Era was extremely difficult, requiring blood sacrifice and enough energy to be offered up to the Great Tribulation of Annihilation of the Sixteenth Era; but to abandon the descent and return to the Sixteenth Era was far simpler for him.
In the Great Tribulation of Annihilation of the Sixteenth Era, the one thing never lacking was energy.
Moreover, his roots still lay in the Jade Capital City that floated upon the River of Chaos; he had only to drag his body back by force, and the energy of the River of Chaos would come surging without end to complete the exchange! His body sank down into the River of Chaos of the Sixteenth Era, and billowing chaos qi at once overflowed from the void, surging with terrifying might.