Chapter 1792 — All Three Sides Wounded
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
Shen Mu went to meet him, and beams of light fell from the sky, shining upon the two, as the Dao light of Taiyi's Daluo Heaven drew them away. No sooner had they gone than invisible strings trembled beneath the World Tree, slicing space to shreds.
Within the Miluo Palace the Fourth Young Master spat blood and shook his head.
"He slipped away.
.
.
" He had only just spoken when he vomited blood again, plainly gravely hurt.
Beside him the Third Young Master Lingxiao clutched his heart, where a great hole had been torn open, and looked up to see the river already empty of men.
And beside the two young masters the Hall Masters and the host of those who have achieved the Dao of the Miluo Palace lay fallen, each too grievously wounded to rise. Crack.
The World Tree of the Ancestral Court suddenly split from the center, sundering in two, nearly toppling down, the phantoms of its myriad Dao fruits guttering out, its Dao light flowing no more.
Leaves rained down, branch after branch snapped, and the boundless crown in an instant became like a mangy head gone bald.
The Old Man Wuya crawled bloody from the river, dragged himself with heavy steps to the World Tree, and collapsed with a thud beneath it.
A root coiled about him and delivered him into the cleft trunk of the World Tree.
The trunk slowly closed, and no sooner had it closed than with another crack it split open, and the Old Man Wuya rolled out from within.
So it went again and again, until at last the sundered World Tree closed for good, hiding the Old Man Wuya within to heal his wounds.