Chapter 1163 — Not One Good Sort in the Whole Clan
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 3
" A thousand times unwilling, the Yin Son of Heaven could only bow his head and accept the order, thinking: "Luckily this Divine Son of the Dark Capital looks strong but is a sheer fool; bringing him down is not impossible.
. . Heaven be thanked that sly fellow, the Mu Heavenly Venerable, split off from inside his body! Otherwise, with those two brothers joined into one, we would all be dead men! " He at once marshaled the gods and devils of the Northern Heaven's Black Emperor Palace and charged into the Great Void Dark Capital.
But no sooner had the mighty host of the Northern Heaven's Black Emperor Palace entered the Great Void Dark Capital than it tripped the divine art Shen Fengqing had buried underground; the bodies of several hundred gods and devils burst into demonic fire, and screaming, they were burned to ashes.
"Hee hee. . .
" Shen Fengqing poked his head out in the distance, hiding behind a great mountain.
The Yin Son of Heaven was furious. He broke Shen Fengqing's divine art and raged: "Form up your ranks!
Do not lose your heads!
Let me first see how many traps he has laid!
" He rose into the air and looked over the Great Void Dark Capital, and his head swam and his eyes blurred, and he shook all over with rage.
The Great Void Dark Capital was strewn with traps from one end to the other, in utter disorder, scattered every which way! "Are you fighting a war, or is a yellow dog pissing to mark out its territory?
" The Yin Son of Heaven laughed in his fury: "Is this how anyone lays traps? Would your own people not stumble into them the moment they let their guard down?
" Then he saw several charred corpses lying in a trap in the distance, and they were, unmistakably, gods and devils of the Creators and the Land of No Sorrow. Plainly, even the Creators of the Far Shore Void and the gods and devils of the Land of No Sorrow could not quite reckon how many traps this little Earth Lord had laid!
The Yin Son of Heaven's head swelled to the size of a bushel. In such a plight there was nothing for it but to advance steadily, entrenching at every step, and break the traps one by one.
To force a strike at Shen Fengqing would bring only grievous losses!
"Those Shens — not one good man among them!
" the Yin Son of Heaven said in a fury.
"A whole family of hooligans, thugs, and bandits! " Outside the Heavenly Court, Shen Mu looked at the split Heavenly Court, his heart stirring faintly, and then he said: "We go to the back of the Heavenly Court!
" Long Qilin hurried in alarm toward the back of the Heavenly Court.
Shen Mu gazed out and drew a sharp breath.
The back of the Heavenly Court had finally revealed itself! There lay a vast and boundless ancient continent, cast wholly of divine gold, its divine mountains towering, and over them all were spread rune-seals drawn in blood!
Even the continent itself was densely covered in rune-seals, far more numerous even than the seals of the Pixiang Hall! These seals dripped with blood, and the blood brimmed with divine might — not the mere divine might of postnatal gods and devils, but seals of the Great Way, laid down by ancient gods who used their own blood to inscribe their own Great Way, and bore the might of the Great Way!
The continent on which the Heavenly Court stood must have come from the Ancestral Court; only the Ancestral Court possessed divine mountains of such magnificence! In former days, the back of the Heavenly Court could not be seen at all; it was as though both faces of the Heavenly Court were fronts. Now the back had surfaced, which meant that among the many seals set upon the Ancestral Court, the immense seal formed by the back of the Heavenly Court had already loosened!
The Heavenly Court had split. Though the Ancestral Court would not be freed from its seals, the consequences might yet be dreadful.