Chapter 1808 — Mist Upon the Sea of Ruins
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"This branch must be one into which Old Man Wuya refined the World Tree's power again and again, ceaselessly tempering and fusing it. Perhaps a tenth of his own strength is stored within it — that alone could give it such might!"
She had barely thought this far when she saw that Palace Master Hehuan had fallen in behind her — the lash had actually whipped her clean past Hehuan.
The blow had been so powerful that she had not hindered Huang Tang in the slightest!
Huang Tang came on, and Palace Master Hehuan's heart lurched. Then Palace Master Phoenix's voice reached her: "Beware that branch! It is Old Man Wuya's treasure!"
Huang Tang had already stirred the branch to strike. Without a moment's thought, Palace Master Hehuan roused the divine power of the Third Young Master Lingxiao within her brow.
At the same time the Golden Ship of Salvation came charging in. Aboard it, Kaihuang and Palace Master Zengcheng fought hard against hard, blade to blade at close quarters, and in the space of a single instant both were wounded, each bearing a hundred-odd gashes great and small.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
The five Dao-attainers of Miluo Palace cut down the prehistoric powerhouses Huang Tang had brought, and one after another their figures landed aboard the golden ship.
Xu Shenghua, Lan Yutian and the rest, having no leisure to make more trouble for Palace Master Phoenix and Palace Master Hehuan, stepped forward at once and took their places behind Kaihuang Shen Ye.
Palace Master Zengcheng retreated a step and stood with the five Dao-attainers of Miluo Palace.
The two sides faced off, killing intent thick in the air.
The golden ship's speed was terrifying; still it drove straight for Palace Master Hehuan.
Yet just then the divine power of the Third Young Master Lingxiao erupted, colliding thunderously with Old Man Wuya's branch.
When the Third Young Master Lingxiao's divine power burst forth, the sky of the Ancestral Court collapsed with a roar, as though at that very moment countless ancient gods had appeared, all wielding the great Dao of Hongmeng at once; and in the crumbling heavens the phantom image of the Lingxiao Treasure Hall floated into being!
Look closely, and the runes composing that Lingxiao Treasure Hall resembled deity after deity, built from the bodies of gods — like a pantheon of ten thousand divinities!
If one's gaze were fine enough, one could see that these were no true deities, but the forms of gods constructed from Hongmeng runes.
Through all ages past and present, far too many powerhouses had cultivated the Lingxiao realm; their bitter cultivation had become imprint after imprint upon the Lingxiao Hall, appearing upon its walls.
Never mind how profound the Third Young Master's divine power was — his cultivation alone was enough to stand proud across seventeen cosmic eras, with scarce an opponent to be found!
And in Huang Tang's hand, tens of thousands of great Dao divine powers erupted from the World Tree's branch to meet the Third Young Master Lingxiao's strike, each Dao exquisite beyond compare, like the peak blow of a Dao-attainer!
The divine powers Old Man Wuya had hidden within the World Tree's branch were infinite in transformation; in subtlety they were absolutely without peer, a second to be found nowhere!
The two dreadful divine powers collided, exploded; their might ran riot, sweeping away everything!
In that moment no one could spare a thought for striking down their foes; every one of them had to rouse all the divine powers at their command and fight desperately to preserve themselves!
Facing that fearsome impact, the Golden Ship of Salvation too lit up with rosy radiance in that instant, shielding itself.
As the waves of two supreme divine powers swept over it, the golden ship shuddered and shook violently in the blast, tossing and rocking without rest.