Chapter 1788 — Bloodshed Without End
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 3 of 4
Blood seeped from the corner of Shen Mu's mouth; the flesh beneath his armpit writhed, and another arm drilled out, the Red Rope Knot Seal striking forward. His five fingers cracked and burst, and the bursting spread to his wrist, his elbow, his shoulder!
Shen Mu twisted at the waist and turned; the flesh of his neck writhed, and head after head grew forth, the vertical eye at each brow opening, and one after another beam of Hongmeng dao light shot from the vertical eyes, piercing through the entrance of the Guixu abyss.
At the entrance of the abyss, Old Man Wuya's white hair streamed as he strolled in as though in a garden, unleashing all manner of unfathomably wondrous great Dao divine powers, casually breaking Shen Mu's divine powers, and chuckled: "Chaos, you still will not give up. It seems that before you return to the past, you have more suffering to taste.
" Crack — Shen Mu's head snapped, the vertical eye burst, and a bloody hole appeared at his brow.
His neck twisted, and new heads grew forth. At the same time, arm after arm drilled out from beneath his armpits, and all manner of divine powers and dao arts attacked madly forward — yet every one was calmly broken by Old Man Wuya.
Despair filled his heart; all his dao arts and divine powers were utterly useless — even the Heaven Capital Genesis Chapter would be broken by Old Man Wuya, and even the Red Rope Knot, the most exquisite art he had learned, could not seal Old Man Wuya! "That's it — the Dao of Guixu!
" A flash of inspiration struck Shen Mu; he suddenly roused all his vital essence, driving the Guixu Lotus, marshaling the great Dao of Guixu.
The destruction kalpa of the Sixteenth Era quaked violently; the Guixu Lotus swayed, and with each tremor it grew a fraction larger — the surging Sea of Chaos ever wider, the towering lotus leaves just barely blotting out the sky. In but a brief moment, the upright Sea of Chaos swelled several times over, spanning beyond the World Tree, terrifying beyond measure.
At the same time, the lotus rotated and bloomed, growing another layer of petals to become two layers, and within the lotus a lotus-pod pattern emerged, making the flower resemble a lotus platform.
Shen Mu's heart stirred; he stepped back and landed upon the lotus platform.
Old Man Wuya hesitated, standing at the entrance of the abyss, not entering directly. Shen Mu finally had a chance to catch his breath; in that brief exchange, nearly all his divine powers had been broken, not one of them effective, and Old Man Wuya's counterattacks had wounded him again and again — that he had endured to this moment was no small feat!
"You have learned Wuji's dao arts quite faithfully.
" Old Man Wuya gazed into the abyss, where Shen Mu stood upon the two-tiered lotus platform, the Dao of Guixu twisting all things into nourishment for Guixu.
"Wuji's dao arts and divine powers had nearly reached the path of the Dao-Blasphemer, and that is why she was sealed by your teacher.
" Old Man Wuya sighed again and again, a look of regret on his face: "Chaos, you too are about to walk the wrong path. " Shen Mu laughed aloud, then suddenly a mouthful of blood surged up his throat, choking his windpipe and sending him into a fit of coughing.
"The Dao-Blasphemer? " He spat out the clotted blood, caught his breath, and said mockingly: "Who is a Dao-Blasphemer? Is it not you, Daoist Brother, who names them?
Whoever you say is one, is one.
Daoist Brother, the World Tree and the Guixu Lotus are born in opposition; so long as I stand upon the lotus platform, you cannot touch me.
This battle benefits neither of us. Let me leave, and I will still honor that IOU.
" Old Man Wuya smiled a half-smile: "The seventh of Miluo Palace, you really are naive. Wuji, the second of Miluo Palace, possessed a sixteen-grade lotus platform, and was she not suppressed into utter submission by your teacher?
You have cultivated only the second grade — your mastery is far from sufficient.