Chapter 1789 — When Two Powers Clash, the Bystander Reaps the Gain
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 3 of 5
The failure of this battle is not your fault. This time, Miluo Palace sent three to descend into the Seventeenth Epoch, and only you survived. Surviving is your merit—only so can the later matters be done.
Other variables have emerged this time; even if you could have presided over the grand sacrifice, it would have been in vain.
" The Master of the Hall of Joy was perplexed. The Third Young Master Lingxiao's expression was grave.
"This variable, even Zixiao and I did not anticipate. The old thing beneath the World Tree has come back to life. " The Master of the Hall of Joy's heart quivered; she dared not speak further. She had once heard that the old man beneath the World Tree—even the master of Miluo Palace had gone to seek his counsel.
He was profoundly mysterious!
Later, the master of Miluo Palace seemed to sense something, and gradually grew distant from the old man beneath the tree. She followed the gaze of the others, and her heart pounded violently.
She cried out involuntarily, "The Second Young Master! " Emperor Haotian also hurriedly looked.
There in the Chaos River, a stretch of the river's surface stood upright, steep as a wall.
Upon that cliff-like river surface floated two lotus leaves and one lotus flower.
The lotus leaves and lotus flower were colossal beyond measure. Faintly visible were the lotus roots driving down into the Chaos River, drawing up energy! The root tendrils were fine, in thousands upon thousands of strands; the lotus joints were long, but there were only two, like a monster lurking in the river.
"That is not the Second Young Master Wuji—it is the Seventh Young Master, Chaos. " The Fourth Young Master Zixiao spoke indifferently.
"Were it the Second Young Master, his strength would be far more terrifying than this. " The other Hall Masters' expressions shifted slightly; they said nothing, but clearly all were recalling the terror of the Second Young Master Wuji.
"The Seventh Young Master, Chaos?
" Emperor Haotian shuddered.
"Mu Tianzun! Has his strength already grown to such a degree?
" Beyond the Guixu Lotus, they also saw the anomaly of the World Tree.
That World Tree was not as colossal as they had imagined, but it was by no means insignificant—many times larger than the Guixu Lotus—and it was attacking the Guixu Lotus, leaving that lotus flower in grave peril.
"The one contending with Old Seven is that old monster beneath the World Tree, Elder Wuya. " The Third Young Master said, "He is the World Tree incarnate. His strength is immense, his depths of knowledge the deepest of all. In years past, even our teacher held him in great respect, but afterward they parted ways.
The interference with our blood sacrifice this time was his doing.
" He turned around and wiped away the ultimate killing intent and the remnants of Lord Shang's Dao of Slaughter from the Master of the Hall of Joy's wounds. "He is dead yet not stiffened. He stole the energy of the blood sacrifice for his own use, so that most of the Seventeenth Epoch's six-billion-year blood sacrifice was diverted by him.
This is why it has been so difficult for the Dao-attainers of Miluo Palace to descend. Now he has revived; the World Tree has been reborn. As the number of Dao-attainers in the Seventeenth Epoch increases, his strength will gradually recover as well. " Emperor Haotian suddenly understood. The reason Elder Wuya beneath the World Tree had released so many prehistoric powerhouses was chiefly to let these prehistoric powerhouses attain the Dao in the Seventeenth Epoch! Elder Wuya was the World Tree incarnate, and the Dao trees of Dao-attainers were imitations of the World Tree. The more Dao-attainers there were, the faster Elder Wuya's strength would recover!
The universe of the Seventeenth Epoch had undergone the Jingping Reforms, and the transformation of Dao arts and divine powers had undergone a qualitative change.