Chapter 1790 — The Adept Wades Through the Water
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The host of Miluo Palace gazed upon that Chaos Sea, where the Guixu lotus swelled and shrank by turns, shifting beyond all measure, while its leaves trembled without cease and changed their bearings. Plainly Shen Mu's duel with Old Man Wuya was being fought with extreme ferocity.
Yet as time wore on, all could gradually see Shen Mu failing; though he borrowed the Guixu lotus to join the annihilation tribulations and steal their energy, he could hardly hold his ground.
The Guixu lotus grew ever smaller, and the turmoil it could raise in Chaos grew ever fainter. "Why does Taiyi still not strike?
" all could not help but wonder.
"Can he mean to sit and watch the Seventh Young Master be beaten back into the past by Old Man Wuya?
" By now two months had passed since Xing An promised to undo the Dao-Burying Divine Coffin.
On this day Xing An made his preparations complete, stowed half the body of Hall Master Chuge into his box, and only then bent himself to a careful study of the Dao-Burying Divine Coffin.
"What a fine coffin!
" he could not help but praise.
"A pity it was shaved by a young master of Miluo Palace. And lucky too that it was shaved, else to crack it would truly have taken half a year.
" He was in no hurry, for he himself knew how to forge the Dao-Burying Divine Coffin, and every marvel of the divine coffin was perfectly clear to him. Even so he must still find the flaw within this sealing art before he could open the coffin.
The Dao-Burying Divine Coffin could be seen as an incomparably intricate lock, a lock of interlocking mechanisms, and more than that, possessed of a mighty power to wound in return any who forced it. Xing An did not have Shen Mu's overwhelming strength; Shen Mu could withstand the backlash of the Dao-Burying Divine Coffin head-on and live, but he could not.
Yet so long as he found the first mechanism of the lock, all the other mechanisms would unravel of themselves.
His countless brains calculated madly, seeking that first mechanism.
Day by day time passed, and soon another two months were gone, yet Xing An still had not found where the first mechanism lay.
Within the Dao-Burying Divine Coffin were hidden runes beyond counting, and the runes of the coffin and those of the Dao-Slaying Divine Nails were mortised together, moreover in constant flux.
This flux was like tenon and mortise: every rune upon the divine nails was as a tenon, every rune upon the coffin as a mortise, the tenon thrust into the mortise and clasped fast, forming a mechanism. Once the mechanism was formed, tenon and mortise would exchange a portion of their rune lore.
The tenons upon the nails moved without ever stopping, exchanging lore with the mortises and altering their own structure, and the mortises within the coffin likewise moved without ever stopping, exchanging lore with the tenons and altering their own structure. The first tenon slipping from its mortise would change its own form, come before the second mortise, and join with it, and after the two exchanged lore their forms would change anew, each joining with a third tenon and mortise in turn.
The joinings of tenon and mortise and the exchanges of lore occurring in the Dao-Burying Divine Coffin numbered in the hundreds of millions in every instant, and thus formed a lock of incomparable intricacy!
For Xing An to seek out the most primal tenon-and-mortise structure amid hundreds of millions of changes in every instant was indeed无比 difficult. Yet it was possible.
He had ever been Jingping's mightiest monster of calculation, and had long since reckoned that about once every two months a primal tenon-and-mortise structure would appear, and that would be the finest hour to crack it. To crack the primal tenon-and-mortise structure would cause the lore of all other tenon-and-mortise structures to deviate.