Chapter 1149 — After Leaving the Cave, Who Can Match Him?
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The man who killed the twelve Ancient Gods is still in the Western Heaven, he has not left. We must keep him there! " The divine being was about to depart when Crown Prince Qingzong suddenly called him back. "And one more thing: have word sent at once to every Ancient God in the Western Heaven, telling them to set out immediately for the White Tiger Heavenly Palace!
" The divine being hurried away. "The man who killed the twelve Ancient Gods is exceedingly powerful, and those several dozen heavens must be a treasure of tremendous might. With the White Tiger Heavenly Palace to guard it, and several dozen Ancient Gods of the Western Heaven besides, he should not be able to force his way into the White Tiger Heavenly Palace.
" Crown Prince Qingzong paced back and forth, then abruptly clenched his teeth, turned, and strode out, thinking, "I must go myself to the place where the Three Pillars of Heaven Ancient Gods died, and see whether any traces were left behind! " Yet he was cautious too: he summoned a hundred or so personal guards, all of them the finest gods and demons of the Western Heaven, to escort him.
Crown Prince Qingzong then took off his robes, changed into the garb of a personal guard, and hurried out of the White Tiger Heavenly Palace with the rest. He had just stepped out of the Southern Heavenly Gate when he happened to see a young man leading a Dragon Qilin past not far away, coming to the spirit-energy translocation bridge.
On the Dragon Qilin's brow stood a little green sparrow, plump and round. The gods and demons guarding the translocation bridge had already sealed it, yet they seemed not to see this man at all, and let him walk up onto the altar.
Crown Prince Qingzong was astonished, and something stirred in his heart, when just then, from the Dragon Qilin's ear, a tiny monster emerged, shaped like a Tubo but countless times smaller.
The little Tubo stood at the edge of the Dragon Qilin's ear-hole, stretched, yawned, and suddenly caught sight of Crown Prince Qingzong. In a fluster it cried out, "Eek!
" The Dragon Qilin and the young man turned their heads, and their eyes met Crown Prince Qingzong's. Crown Prince Qingzong knew something was wrong. With an angry shout, banner after banner unfurled behind him with a swish, eight great banners planted at his back, flapping and clattering!
He urged on the Azure Blood Rusted Banner Scripture, but at that moment his gaze met the young man's. "A great expert of the Lingxiao realm. No wonder my divine consciousness could not beguile him.
" Crown Prince Qingzong heard the young man's voice.
It seemed very near, yet it grew ever more distant. His awareness turned hazy, his expression vacant.
"My attainments in divine consciousness are not high enough. Had I reached the level of the Divine King Gong Yun, he would not have seen me.
But since I have noticed him, I can work my art upon him.
" The voice grew more and more indistinct. Crown Prince Qingzong felt his thoughts stiffening by degrees, as though he were slowly turning to wood, and his memory of the young man was fading away as well. Only a song came drifting to him, rising and falling in cadence, its meaning profound.
"The Rotten Axe-Handle True Formula works wonders that reach the gods; a single game, how many springs has it seen? Since I left the cave, my hand has had no match; where a man may be spared, spare him. " The song ceased.
Crown Prince Qingzong shook his head and started awake from his daze. He looked suspiciously at the spirit-energy translocation bridge, then at the men behind him. "Why was I urging on the Azure Blood Rusted Banner Scripture as though facing a great enemy? I must have been too panicked.
" He could not help laughing at himself. He dispersed the Azure Blood Rusted Banner Scripture and shouted, "You soldiers there, seal the spirit-energy translocation bridge at once!