Chapter 1782 — The Might of a Single String
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 5
" Shen Mu listened quietly, a smile on his face. Within the Heavenly Court, the prehistoric stowaways raised wave after wave of cheers, deafening to the ears. Feng Hualian, in high spirits and full of pride, proclaimed in a loud voice, "Under the crushing might of the Miluo Palace, universe after universe has swiftly withered and died, so that those who attain the Dao under heaven grow ever fewer. If we allow the Miluo Palace to keep running rampant, no one shall ever attain the Dao again!
When the Calamity of Annihilation descends upon the seventeenth epoch, every one of us will face certain death!
For us to submit to the Miluo Palace — utterly impossible!
" "Utterly impossible! " The thunderous cries of the prehistoric stowaways came from across the Heavenly Court. Feng Hualian advanced a step, and looking down from on high at Emperor Haotian and the Hall Master of Joy, he said coldly, "The two of you, please go back. Tell the Third and Fourth Young Masters: as long as the Fengshu Five Elders are here, the Miluo Palace need not dream of des—" Suddenly, a faint, ethereal zither note sounded. Shen Mu took the hand of Celestial Venerable Yue beside him and signaled her not to stir.
The note came, and the vast, boundless Heavenly Court trembled slightly — so slightly as to be nearly imperceptible.
Celestial Venerable Yue cultivated the Ultimate Void and was exceedingly sensitive to changes in space; she caught that tremor at once. The Hall Master of Joy also detected it, but the others present did not have attainments as profound as theirs. Feng Hualian spat out his last word: ".
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scend! " As the word left his lips, the Southern Heavenly Gate suddenly tilted slowly; a diagonal fissure appeared without a sound, and the upper half of the gate, as if settling upon a slide of flawless smoothness, began to glide downward without the slightest noise. After spitting out that impassioned pronouncement, Feng Hualian too noticed the strange change in the Southern Heavenly Gate; he hastily turned his head to look, a bewildered expression on his face.
It was not only the Southern Heavenly Gate that had split.
Palace after palace, hall after hall across the Heavenly Court had been neatly severed in two on a level plane by something unknown; the upper halves of a thousand palaces and ten thousand halls were all at this moment sliding silently downward!
He looked toward the other heavenly gates: the Western Heavenly Gate, the Northern Heavenly Gate, and the Eastern Heavenly Gate had likewise been sliced clean through and were falling away! Boom. The upper part of a great weapon beside the altar suddenly slid off and crashed to the ground; then came boom after booming crash — the mighty instruments that the prehistoric stowaways had forged through untold hardship had all been split into two halves!
Beside him, a prehistoric stowaway raised a hand and touched his neck; a trace of blood had appeared there. He blinked, his gaze dazed, and then he saw the heads of his companions around him dropping one by one from their necks, the severed planes utterly even — even their primordial spirits had been cut through with perfect evenness.
"My head. .
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" He watched his own field of vision tilt as his head slid slowly from his neck. Feng Hualian's body went stiff; he stood on the altar, not daring to move a hair, cold sweat streaming down his forehead.
Emperor Haotian blew a breath.
A line of blood appeared across Feng Hualian's chest, and the upper half of his body flew straight backward on a level line — he died a violent death on the spot! "Who else? " Emperor Haotian cast a glance around and abruptly burst into loud laughter, crying sharply, "Who else dares to defy me?
You?
You? Or you? " His finger pointed at Huang Tang, at Cang Yancui, at Yan Xiuge, at Li Shu.
The other four elders trembled with fear and dared not meet his eyes.
His finger was about to point at Shen Mu when the Hall Master of Joy coughed once.