Chapter 772 — The Kalpa Fire Descends to Burn the Eight Wastes
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 3 of 5
A god whose white robes outshone the snow, barefoot, treading upon the heavenly fire, descended from the sky with a jade flute in both hands. His ten fingers flew, and the flute's melody was sweet and lingering.
"It is Lord Heaven's disciple, the Fire-Cloud Sage of the Heavenly Court! " Yan Qianzhong was overjoyed and laughed: "A fine tune! Could this be the Heavenly Fire God-Burning Melody?
" The Fire-Cloud Sage blew upon the jade flute, and the Heavenly Fire God-Burning Melody poured forth. The sound waves stirred the heavenly fire, and the heavenly fire actually turned to attack Shen Mu.
The Great Sun Star Lord laughed: "With the Fire-Cloud Sage's aid, even the Divine Son of Youdu can be beaten to death!
" The Fire-Cloud Sage stepped along; the four raced, while he circled them within the heavenly fire.
The flute's notes rose and fell, and heavenly music assailed them from all directions. The Fire-Cloud Sage was blowing loudly when suddenly the third eye on Shen Mu's forehead opened, and a beam of light shot out, slicing across the Fire-Cloud Sage's neck.
The Fire-Cloud Sage froze for a moment, and his head tumbled down. Shen Fengqing hastily reached out and seized the two halves of the Fire-Cloud Sage's primal spirit, stuffed them into his mouth, and gave a great belch. "Oh no, I've eaten too much.
" The big-headed doll was somewhat flustered. He had earlier devoured Lady Wuji and had not yet had time to digest her; now he had eaten the Fire-Cloud Sage as well, and at once felt his body swell and bloat. "And there are still so many fine dishes—what am I to do? " He was vexed and restless.
Beyond the heavenly fire, the other hundred-odd ancient beings watched from afar, not daring to enter.
The heavenly fire was too fierce; most of them were primal spirits without bodies, and the heavenly fire did immense harm to primal spirits. This too was one reason that after death their primal spirits fell into Youdu and could not go on to Xuandu.
Lord Heaven's body was covered in heavenly fire; neither soul nor primal spirit could withstand it at all.
Suddenly a mighty one of the Heaven-Reaching realm brightened and cried aloud: "They have fought their way out of the heavenly fire!
" Waves of fire surged and spouted thousands of li, driven out like fire serpents by the divine abilities of Shen Mu, the Great Sun Star Lord, and Yan Qianzhong. Then the four figures burst out from the heavenly fire.
The many ancient beings at once flew over, only to see that Shen Mu's sword-light had already pierced through Yan Jiuxi's skull, the light emerging from the back of his head.
"Mine! " One of Shen Mu's heads, round as a chubby doll's, was overjoyed.
It seized Yan Jiuxi, opened a bloody maw, and stuffed Yan Jiuxi into its mouth, then was so stuffed that it belched again and again, inwardly full of chagrin: "I thought I could eat a great deal—it seems I cannot. .
.
" "You dare! " A hundred-odd mighty ones of the Heaven-Reaching and Imperial Throne realms charged in, then at once felt that there were too many of them, that they got in one another's way and could hardly bring their powers to bear.
Only a few could attack Shen Mu at once, while Shen Mu, with three heads and six arms, could block every attack around him.
Moreover, this Divine Son of Youdu was thick-skinned and tough, extremely resistant to blows; even when they attacked together, they could only wound him, not kill him. Shen Mu's footwork flew; he unleashed all manner of divine abilities and dao arts.
When danger came, he raised a hand and waved, teleporting the mighty ones who had drawn near a thousand li away.
"How is his mana still so overbearing?
" The Great Sun Star Lord, wounded himself, said in furious exasperation. Yan Qianzhong roared in fury: "Within Youdu, his mana is inexhaustible! " Suddenly the third eyes of Shen Mu's three heads blazed together.
Beam after beam of light shot out in all directions, cutting and whirling with a hiss-hiss-hiss.