Chapter 771 — The Battle for the Jade Gate Pass
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The Eye of Lord Tu glowed with a faint, ghostly light. Within it, Yu Tianzun finished the last half of the chicken and made to toss away the bones, only to find the holy hall spotless in every corner, without a speck of clutter, and nowhere to throw them.
He hesitated a moment, glanced about and saw no one in the hall—neither the karmic-fire Lord Tu nor the old yin-courier was present—so he tossed the chicken bones into a corner nook by the wall and slipped out of the holy hall at a trot. Outside, the Lord Tu formed of karmic fire and the old yin-courier stood before the hall, gazing downward.
Yu Tianzun looked down as well, but could see only a stretch of pitch blackness, nothing at all.
"Have you written it all down?
" Lord Tu asked, turning his head.
The old yin-courier nodded.
"I am writing it now," he said. Beyond the Eye of Lord Tu, little boats drifted, tens of thousands of them, each with an old yin-courier aboard; lanterns hung at the prows, and beneath those lanterns the old yin-couriers wrote furiously.
"Mu Tianzun acts in Lord Tu's service—and still you record his faults?
" the old yin-courier asked.
Lord Tu's face was expressionless. "He acts in my service, yes, but devouring the souls of these gods and demons is a grave sin. It must be recorded.
" The old yin-courier's face showed dismay, and he sighed.
"There are too many little ledgers about him already; the earlier rooms can hold no more.
This time—why, it is not merely enough to make an ox sweat and fill a house to the rafters. I fear we shall have to build several great halls just to store his glorious achievements! " "Then build a whole palace complex," Lord Tu said, "devoted to storing his files.
" The old yin-courier assented.
Before Jade Lock Pass in Youdu, Yan Qianzhong coughed again and again, his face shifting from pale to flushed. He looked at the surging tide of godly weapons ahead—those godly and demonic weapons belonged to the gods and demons under his command; the hundreds of thousands of gods and demons of a moment ago had been his subordinates.
In the outer-realm Heavenly Court of the Shanghuang era, he had been the Crimson Emperor of the Southern Heavens, and these gods and demons had been his subordinates.
He had fought Qi Xiayu of the Shanghuang Heavenly Court, been defeated and slain, and countless of his subordinates had died with him. After death these gods and demons had fallen into Youdu, and still they followed him.
And now, they had been swallowed in a single gulp by that figure who walked forward treading countless white bones. The tide of godly weapons—each godly and demonic weapon gave off strands and bands of radiance that wove together in midair, and as they moved forward they pressed upon the sky until it gave out thunderous booms, boom, boom. Each godly weapon was vast as a mountain; divine light and demonic light shone in mutual brilliance, and in this moment they were strangely unified.
Gods and demons clashed, and in a place like Youdu the demonic way overwhelmed the divine way, so that the power of godly weapons was hard to bring forth.
Yet these godly weapons burst forth with terrifying power, untouched by the demonic qi and demonic nature of Youdu. Under the illumination of divine and demonic light, that figure walking forward on countless white bones inspired an incomparably intense sense of awe.
It had three heads and six arms. One head was like a baby's, babbling and clapping its plump little hands, looking utterly elated; one head's gaze poured out a boundless, fanatic lust for battle, its hair bristling with rage at the slaughter to come, like a demon king who might at any moment leap up and kill, possessed by demonic nature! And the third head seemed exceedingly calm and holy, surveying its surroundings like a deity enthroned on high. Yan Qianzhong was somewhat suspicious.
"He seems.
.
.
different from the Divine Son of Youdu I saw before. .
. " "Hold your positions!