Chapter 1856 — The Supreme Sword Dao
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Lan Yutian sat within the well and saw the Heaven-Piercing Well still locked against that oil lamp, while the Hall Masters and Attainers of Miluo Palace kept urging the well on, striving to drive the lamp bowl from its bottom. The lamp bowl lay clasped over the well's base and shook without cease, and for the moment the Heaven-Piercing Well could do nothing against it.
Yet Lan Yutian had only seized upon a flaw in the Heaven-Piercing Well for the time being; he had not broken it.
The lamp bowl suppressed the well's might, but it would also cause that might to gather ever stronger, until one day it would surpass the limit the lamp bowl could bear and grind it to pieces. "The foundation of Miluo Palace remains mighty. Had Nanxiang Yuanjun not warned us and told us of these seven strange treasures, Jingping would have been caught unprepared and would surely have been wiped out!
" Of Jingping, those of finest talent were he himself and Xu Shenghua, yet neither of them could refine a treasure to match the Young Masters' treasures. In the end, only the strange treasures of Miluo Palace could answer the strange treasures of Miluo Palace.
In such foundation, Jingping was still far behind. At the mouth of the well the battle of the Attainers still raged, and Lan Yutian roused his spirit and climbed outward. That the Heaven-Piercing Well would break the lamp bowl was only a matter of time.
He must now carry his useful body into slaughter against the Attainers and Hall Masters of Miluo Palace.
If he could not destroy them, then he must rely upon the mysteries of the Heaven-Piercing Well he had glimpsed in the final lamplight to devise a way to break it and remove this hidden peril. Only, without the lamp bowl, to remove that peril would likely take a very long time. "I wonder how my brother fares? " Before his eyes rose the figure of Shen Mu, and in his heart he spoke in silence.
Facing the treasures of the six Young Masters of Miluo Palace, the Attainers of Jingping had suffered grievous death and injury, while Shen Mu stood alone against two Young Masters of Miluo Palace.
The peril needed no telling.
Upon one of the sixteen Chaos Rivers circling Miluo Palace, Young Master Lingxiao stood grave of face upon the waters. In these days, from within the chaotic mist the divine powers of Young Master Zixiao had come ceaselessly against him, and more than one wound now marked his body.
But what weighed his heart was not his own wounds; it was the change in Young Master Zixiao's sword Dao divine powers. The might of Young Master Zixiao's sword Dao remained as strong as ever, yet Lingxiao had keenly sensed, within its shifting, a subtle change of mind. A change of mind will show in the finest grain of a power.
Though its force be undiminished, a tremor in the Dao heart will still mar the perfection of the Dao art.
Young Master Zixiao was in no way weaker than he, but his Dao heart was flawed, and Shen Mu was a monster skilled in mastering men's hearts. He could not help but fear for Young Master Zixiao.
"The Seventh has troubled the Fourth's Dao heart by some strange means, a working that seeps in unseen. From the very start of their clash it has been gnawing at the Fourth's Dao heart.
At first it did not show, but now it begins to appear. " His heart sank lower and lower.
Shen Mu must be using the Dao of Divine Consciousness or the Dao of Reincarnation to wear at Young Master Zixiao by degrees, striking at his Dao heart with formless spirit powers or reincarnation powers beyond the reach of visible powers. Such influence is exceeding slow at first, but as time passes it grows. "Moreover, the Seventh's strength cannot match the Fourth's.
By right the Seventh should have fallen swiftly, yet he has held on so long. That means his strength keeps advancing. He.
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. " The corner of his eye twitched as he recalled the canon left by Young Master Hundun in the Dao Canon of Miluo Palace.