Chapter 1789 — When Two Powers Clash, the Bystander Reaps the Gain
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 1 of 5
The Ancestral Court—the Heavenly Court—had utterly collapsed. Huang Tang, Li Shu, and Yanxiu Pavilion had slaughtered until their eyes ran red, cutting down the Master of the Hall of Joy and Emperor Haotian so viciously that they were forced to flee toward the Heavenly Court's grand army, where the Empress consort dwelt. Those who survived in the Heavenly Court's host were all powerhouses; the Empress consort herself had led reinforcements to their aid, drawing up battle formations to hold back the Three Elders of Fengshu.
As a Goddess of Guixu, the Empress consort's strength was naturally extraordinary. She personally met Li Shu in battle and planted Guixu within his body, all but devouring the old man's vital essence and Grand Dao clean.
Only when Huang Tang and Yanxiu Pavilion joined hands to unravel the Guixu divine art was Li Shu rescued from the brink. Enraged, he mustered a thousand prehistoric powerhouses and came charging in, routing the Heavenly Court's seven hundred thousand gods and demons so thoroughly that they abandoned their armor and fled. Even the Empress consort could not turn the tide, and she was left with no choice but to retreat toward the Jade Capital City of the Ancestral Court.
The Three Elders of Fengshu led the prehistoric powerhouses in a relentless massacre; the Heavenly Court's army suffered countless casualties, and by the time they reached the Jade Capital City, only two hundred thousand remained. Even the Empress consort and Emperor Haotian felt the despair of a cornered beast. The Jade Capital City of the Ancestral Court only appeared to sit within the Ancestral Court; in truth, it straddled the annihilation tribulations of one cosmic epoch after another.
Within the Jade Capital City, no true Dao-attainer of Miluo Palace had ever truly descended into the Seventeenth Epoch.
Only through blood sacrifice and the transmutation of matter and energy could they descend into the Seventeenth Epoch. The Master of the Hall of Joy could be called the only Dao-attainer to have descended into the Seventeenth Epoch, yet no sooner had she entered than Lord Shang dealt her a grievous blow.
The Jade Capital City of the Ancestral Court was nothing but ruins.
Within the city there seemed to be a thousand palaces and ten thousand halls, seemed to have Dao trees in groves, seemed to be strange and unfathomable—but in truth, no Dao-attainer could walk out of that city. They were all still trapped within the annihilation tribulation. The Empress consort and Emperor Haotian led their remnant army into the city to take shelter.
The Three Elders of Fengshu, eyes red with slaughter, led the prehistoric powerhouses in pursuit—only to suffer heavy casualties once inside.
Strange and uncanny events occurred without cease, so that the prehistoric powerhouses who broke in died without even knowing how they had died. The Three Elders of Fengshu had no choice but to withdraw from the Jade Capital City.
Emperor Haotian gained a moment's respite, only to see the Three Elders of Fengshu set up a grand sealing formation outside the city, and then establish a sacrificial altar, preparing to refine the Jade Capital City.
"The Three Elders of Fengshu truly have no idea of death! " The Master of the Hall of Joy could not help shaking her head.
"Heavenly Emperor, come with me across the river to seek an audience with the Young Master.
I was gravely wounded by Lord Shang, and have also fallen prey to that Yue Tianzun's Dao-Slaying Melody. Only the Young Master can heal these Dao wounds. The Young Master's divine arts are profound and manifold beyond number; slaying the Three Elders of Fengshu would be as easy as turning his hand. " Emperor Haotian assented.
"I was struck down from the Great Luo Heaven realm by Yun Tianzun.