Chapter 1841 — For the Future, a Reunion in the Past
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 1 of 4
The qin's notes rose within the Chaos Hall, and killing intent blazed in Young Master Zixiao's eyes—yet as the melody of the Zixiao Enlightenment Song came to him, that killing intent slowly ebbed away, leaving behind only memory and longing.
Only one utmost in feeling can be utmost in sanctity.
Yet one utmost in feeling and sanctity is likewise the easiest for others to take advantage of.
That Young Master Zixiao had come this far and become a Young Master of the Miluo Palace was because his affections were single-minded and fierce; but that very strength had also become his weakness.
"I still cannot bring myself to deal with this woman myself..."
Young Master Zixiao wished with all his heart not to hear that Zixiao Enlightenment Song, wished to strike Moon Tianzun dead with a stroke of his qin at once—yet he could never bring himself to strike.
As time passed, his longing for his dead wife only grew deeper, heavier, fiercer.
Though he knew full well how much this longing worked against him, he could not bear to cut it away or cast it off; and once he had cut it away and cast it off, he would no longer be himself.
"Lingxiao..." Young Master Zixiao said with difficulty.
In truth, he had no need to give the reminder—Young Master Lingxiao had already made his move!
Young Master Lingxiao's move was overbearing and decisive; he charged straight to the Chaos Hall behind Shen Mu, and his very first strike was the cruelest of killing arts, aimed straight at Moon Tianzun!
Moon Tianzun was no match for him at all. Even though he was using only Hao Tianzun's mortal body, Moon Tianzun could absolutely not withstand a single blow from him!
Shen Mu threw himself across to block, sixteen long rivers of chaos howling and whirling about him, checking Lingxiao's assault!
"Old Seven, this move of yours is not yet perfected—you are far from it!"
Young Master Lingxiao gave a long cry and forced his way into the sixteen rivers of chaos, his body like a spear riding the wind and cleaving the waves, driving straight onward.
A sweep of his hand and spear-shadows came one after another, stabbing into the rivers, pinning them one by one so that they could not turn!
Compared with the helplessness of Old Man Wuya before this same move of Shen Mu's, he was far more at ease: not one of Old Man Wuya's divine powers could do anything about Shen Mu, but Lingxiao could see through the flaws in Shen Mu's arts and divine powers!
Boom!
Young Master Lingxiao burst through the sixteen rivers of chaos, and the two clashed head-on—Shen Mu using his hand as a sword, the Tiandu Creation Chapter erupting, while Young Master Lingxiao unleashed that great divine power the master of the Miluo Palace had created against the Lord of Tiandu; before the Chaos Hall the two traded blow for blow at blinding speed, their forms flickering apart in an instant.
Hiss—hiss—hiss—
Shen Mu's whole body was riddled with bloody holes; the Tiandu Creation Chapter had been broken clean through!
Clang—
The Cosmic Bell that had suppressed Old Man Wuya came flying, and with a single toll Young Master Lingxiao was blasted away; in the very instant his form flew off, the Dao spear lodged in Young Master Wuji's chest came flying, stabbing into the Cosmic Bell, nearly piercing the great bell through.
The bell spun, and the spear shaft was turned toward Young Master Lingxiao.
In mid-flight backward, Young Master Lingxiao reached out, seized the shaft, and with a mighty flick sent the bell flying!
Upon the roots of the World Tree, Old Man Wuya struggled to his feet; seeing this, he clenched his teeth and, mustering the dregs of his mana, shook the three men off the tree!
The World Tree's might was not what it had once been, and bearing Old Man Wuya along it howled out toward the far side of the Guixu Abyss.
At the same moment, upon the Guixu Lotus Terrace, Young Master Wuji finally rose, forcibly summoning his last mana to soar into the sky and race out of the Guixu Abyss as well.
"Zixiao!"