Chapter 1867 — Have You Been Well Since We Parted?
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 1 of 6
The Master of Miluo Palace smiled. "Fellow Daoist Chaos, you are strong, only you still want a touch of seasoning. Though you have attained the Dao, you remain very far from my state. In the eyes of others, men like the Lord of Tiandu and Ling the Defiler, my cultivation stands above theirs, but my Dao attainment is not their equal. In the eyes of Old Man Wuya, both my cultivation and my attainment fall short of his.
But before you, your cultivation and attainment and mine are much the same, and the one thing in which I stand above you is seasoning.
" A strange light flickered in Shen Mu's eyes, and he asked with suspicion, "Seasoning? " The Master of Miluo Palace said, "Just so. Once one has cultivated to a state like yours and mine, attainment and cultivation differ hardly at all, and the only thing left to compare is each other's seasoning. I have eighty hundred million years more seasoning than you, and I have lived through more, the history of the First Epoch. Chaos, when you can return to the very beginning of the First Epoch's founding, your seasoning will reach my level, and may even surpass me.
Chaos holds an advantage Hongmeng can never match, and your achievement shall stand above mine. " He instructed him patiently, "You have lived through the Calamity of Destruction of sixteen universes, and through the Calamity of Creation from the Second Epoch to the Seventeenth, but you have not lived through the First. When you can return to the beginning of the First Epoch's founding, you will surpass me. Only now, you fall short of me by a touch of seasoning, and that touch is a hairline gap.
" Shen Mu's expression shifted slightly, and in a sudden instant, within the Calamity of Creation, in countless spaces too minute to be further divided, his figure was everywhere, countless selves in countless spaces, each unleashing a different divine power. And among these powers, not one was repeated.
This was his supreme achievement.
The countless minute spaces within the Calamity of Creation were the countless possibilities of the future universe, countless images of the future universe, and with a single thought he could fill those possibilities to overflowing.
Having stepped into the Dao through the Calamity of Destruction of the Sixteenth Epoch, his arts of power and Dao were such that even Tai Yi, even beings like Taishang and Wuji, would find them inconceivable and beyond comprehension. Yet at the very moment his thought moved, within those spaces there appeared one more Master of Miluo Palace in each.
The Master of Miluo Palace struck earlier than he, and faster, and at the instant Shen Mu's powers had just burst forth, the Master had already moved a step ahead of him. Shen Mu shook his body, and the countless selves in countless spaces vanished, leaving only one, but it was already too late.
Miluo Palace too became one, and its power was already imprinted upon his chest.
A hairline is a hairline. A hairline's difference in seasoning meant an infinitely vast gulf.
To make up for that gulf in seasoning, he would need far longer striving to accomplish it.
With a boom, Shen Mu tumbled backward, struck by the Master of Miluo Palace back into the Calamity of Destruction.
That blow from the Master was the same as sending him back into the past.
"Chaos, you will cultivate to my step, and even walk ahead of me. " The Master of Miluo Palace smiled and murmured, "Only you are not yet complete.
" He waved his sleeve and sent Shen Lingyun back to Shen Mu's side, and with Shen Mu's interference gone, he could at last see the future of the Seventeenth Epoch.
Shen Mu fell into the River of Chaos and lightly lifted his hand in support, and Shen Lingyun's feet came to rest upon his palm.
Shen Mu's face darkened slightly as he gently set Shen Lingyun down, for in this battle his defeat had been too clean.