Chapter 1839 — In the Sixteen Kalpas, Who Could Be a Match?
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Elder Wuyai reacted at once. The World Tree's countless roots stabbed down from the sky like spears, burying themselves in the earth of the Ancestral Court, while countless more reached out in every direction to pierce the four walls that sealed it.
He and Young Master Wuji were born as opposites, each the other's natural bane, both made of the same naturally immutable substance, yet standing as obverse and reverse.
In every Kalpa of Annihilation throughout the past, the World Tree had taken root within that destruction, and Elder Wuyai had always deliberately avoided the Great Abyss of Guixu, refusing to let it collide with the Abyss, because he knew that the Abyss was a force that could destroy him. If Shen Mu, Young Master Lingxiao, and Young Master Zixiao cast him into that Abyss, the two of them would see their cultivation and power drain away without cease, and might even annihilate each other. Cloud Heaven Sovereign had killed Wuji's avatar, Lan Yutian and Xu Shenghua had killed the Empress, all by similar methods.
But their methods had only trapped Wuji's avatar and the Empress inside the Ultimate Void, not violently, leaving them a window to escape. Cloud Heaven Sovereign had spent his own life to detain Wuji's avatar and delay Wuji's escape; Lan Yutian and Xu Shenghua had finally taken the Empress's life with the blue-gray divine art.
Yet to thrust Elder Wuyai's true body directly into the Great Abyss—the dissolution and annihilation that would follow would surely be unspeakably dreadful! The World Tree's roots pierced the Ancestral Court's earth, burrowed underground, and all at once the land boomed and shuddered, and one sacred peak after another rose from the soil. On the other side, however, the roots reaching for the four walls encountered something bizarre.
Before they could even touch the walls, an explosion of Dao light blazed out, and strange, mighty arts actually flung the roots away! At the same time, one of the two Young Masters lifted the World Tree, the other severed the roots it had driven into the Ancestral Court, and together they sent the tree into the Great Abyss.
They both noticed the unnatural sight of the four walls in that same breath, and cold dread coiled through their hearts. Those four walls were the vast, boundless barriers left when Shen Mu had forcibly folded the Ancestral Court with overwhelming power.
He had altered mountains and rivers, reshaped the terrain, even branded his own Great Dao into the land, ceaselessly reinforcing and sealing these walls, hoping to trap everyone here and cut them off from the outside. But everyone knew the Ancestral Court was simply too immense.
With Shen Mu's strength he might seal it, but he could never turn it into a treasure. To do so would require too much effort, too great a wisdom, too much dharma power, and an inconceivably long time.
Shen Mu had none of these—not the time, not the accumulated experience, not the vast reservoir of power, not the wisdom—so it was utterly impossible for him to refine the Ancestral Court into a treasure. Yet when the Dao light of the four walls burst out and repelled the World Tree's roots, their hearts sank: every feat they had believed impossible for Shen Mu, Shen Mu had accomplished all the same.
The Ancestral Court now already showed signs of being refined into a treasure!
If the Ancestral Court were ever fully refined, how immense would that treasure be, how terrible its might?
"Seventh Brother is a monumental threat! " Lingxiao and Zixiao exchanged a single look, minds in perfect accord.
Boom! In the space of a breath, with a world-shaking roar, Elder Wuyai and the World Tree were stuffed into the Great Abyss hanging in the sky.
Compared with Wuji, they did indeed carry "the breath of the weak.