Chapter 1798 — Two Arts, One Plan
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 4
If you die, there will be no more Xuanwu. " The Wu Emperor, enraged, spread her burning wings and slashed at the wrist the Xuan Emperor held. The Xuan Emperor's other hand reached over to block the blow, and his palm was instantly severed.
The Wu Emperor wept bitterly: "I used to beat you all the time.
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" BOOM!
The Xuanwu Great Marsh suddenly split apart and plunged into the seventeenth layer of the Guixu domain.
The holy land that had given birth to the two Xuanwu Emperors was brushed by the wind of heat death, instantly burning, shattering, reduced to the tiniest particles. The Xuan Emperor could not keep his footing and followed the marsh toward the seventeenth layer of Guixu; with his one remaining arm, he held the Wu Emperor tight.
The husband and wife burned fiercely in the heat death, falling toward deeper layers.
The Wu Emperor leaned against his chest; the Xuan Emperor savored this rare tenderness and said softly, "I cast a divination. This journey is greatly auspicious — danger, but no harm.
" "When has your divination ever been accurate?
" The Wu Emperor laughed.
"But at least Youming went to the Southern Heaven. He's safe, at least.
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. " At that moment, Heavenly Venerable You's peerless primordial spirit reached out a great hand from behind, seized the two and strained to pull them outward, crying loudly, "Honored couple, join me in exerting your power to resist the Empress's domain!
" Lang Wan flew over, her thirty-five-layered divine consciousness domain erupting, trying to sever the Guixu domain — but the moment her domain grazed the Empress's, it disintegrated on its own.
Heavenly Venerable You's Youdu domain also collapsed at a touch; the hand of his primordial spirit reached into the seventeenth layer of the Guixu domain, but even his primordial spirit could not hold, falling toward deeper layers.
Four of the top Heavenly Venerables, and not one could contend with the Empress's domain. The Empress's Guixu domain had reached perfection, with almost no rival.
Lang Wan was also falling toward the seventeenth layer of Guixu, reflecting on the events of her life; suddenly her mystic arts were broken, and all manner of emotions surged in her heart, her mind thrown into chaos. Her robes fluttering, her figure fell into Guixu.
She took out a painting. In the painting was another version of herself.
The painting burned in the heat death, reduced to nothing.
"Perhaps I can never become the person in the painting.
. .
" she thought bleakly.
Suddenly, a golden ship came howling through the air; upon it rested a massive obelisk.
It thundered past her and crashed toward the Empress.
The Empress raised both hands to meet the golden ship and was knocked staggering backward. The obelisk on the ship suddenly blazed with light; the primordial chaos runes contained in the stele forged by the First Young Master, Taishang, erupted, suppressing the Empress's power and Dao for a moment.
Heavenly Venerable You and the two Xuanwu Emperors immediately fled, seizing the chance to break out of the Empress's Guixu domain. Lang Wan also escaped and looked back. She saw the Empress charge onto the golden ship, lift the obelisk, and hurl it into the great abyss, fierce beyond measure.
"My painting. .
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" Lang Wan steadied her mind, activated her mystic arts, and turned around, charging with Heavenly Venerable You and the others toward the Haotian Emperor, casting aside that fleeting emotion.
At the same time, Lan Yutian charged over, landing on the golden ship with a thud. The World Tree howled and swelled; layer upon layer of Ancestral Court Dao domains interlocked with the Guixu domain, clashing, suppressing, and annihilating one another.
The Empress and Lan Yutian landed on the deck of the golden ship; neither halted their steps, and in an instant their divine arts clashed a thousand times. "Heavenly Venerable Yu!