Chapter 1725 — The Peerless Imperial Preceptor of Jingping

The Eastern Emperor, because he had once been an ancient god, had in a past incarnation cultivated the Divine Treasury Heavenly Palace system; but this body of his was merely a divine weapon forged by a creation artifact, and so he did not drive any cultivation method.

Ancient gods are mighty by birth, and grasp the great Dao by birth; the Eastern Emperor divine weapon had been forged in the likeness of his body, and was exceedingly compatible with his own great Dao — hence he had no need to drive any cultivation method either!

Boom — In the instant the two collided, the sea boiled; their strength proved evenly matched. The Eastern Emperor laughed: "You are indeed still a shit-wiping stick.

I have only just been reborn, and already I have the strength to contend with you; had I been in my prime, crushing you would have been like crushing an ant.

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" Before his words had fallen, behind the Cyan Emperor countless enormous roots flew and danced, turning into wooden fists, and with bang after bang, who knew how many blows, they hammered the Eastern Emperor's face, deforming it, knocking loose who knew how many of his dragon teeth! The Eastern Emperor was blasted away, his head ringing; from the corner of his eye he glimpsed countless tentacles whirling beneath the Cyan Emperor's feet — those were his roots.

His roots stretched into the sea, weaving ceaselessly beneath the water like wooden swimming dragons, racing swiftly in pursuit of him!

"This fellow is far more ferocious than when he was the so-called finest Imperial Throne divine weapon under heaven! A pity this body of mine is not my true body, but only a divine weapon modeled on it. .

. " The Eastern Emperor spat out the broken teeth in his mouth and urged the power of his body, and suddenly sensed that within this Eastern Emperor divine weapon there were, astonishingly, the imprints of heavenly palaces, one after another.

He was stunned.

When Jingping had forged the Eastern Emperor divine weapon, he had actually refined the Imperial Throne cultivation methods of eight dragon races into imprints and fused them into the weapon!

Such an art of refining artifacts was unprecedented, surpassing the Heavenly Court and the Kaihuang era by who knew how much! Who could it be that possessed such unfathomable skill in artifact refinement?

One could well imagine that this person's refining had reached a fineness so exquisite it approached the level of the Dao itself! The Eastern Emperor at once urged the vast vital essence within his body to circulate along those heavenly palace imprints, and suddenly a wildly violent aura burst forth from him; heavenly palaces rose from his body into the air, one after another, and his power swelled violently!

The Eastern Emperor landed on the sea's surface, treading the ocean, steadying himself.

Boom, boom, boom — violent tremors came from the sea floor; the Cyan Emperor's enormous roots, one after another, were forcibly suppressed by his magic power!

The Cyan Emperor charged forward; the two most eminent deities of the age clashed, fighting until heaven and earth went dark, while on either side drums clamored and shook the sky, the soldiers of Jingping and of the Eastern Heaven each beating drums to urge on the battle! Though the Eastern Emperor had discovered the marvel of this divine weapon, he had after all never cultivated these dragon-race Imperial Throne methods, and his command of magic power was not nimble; he remained at a disadvantage, suffering again and again.

The Cyan Emperor's strength exceeded his expectations, and his vitality was truly terrifying — severed limbs regrew, a severed head regrew too, and his Dao of Creation was peerless, healing any wound in an instant, deeper than his own! The Eastern Emperor Azure Dragon was the god of qi and blood; of all the ancient gods under heaven, his qi and blood were the most abundant.

Yet though this divine weapon's qi and blood were strong, they could not match his true body; as one waned and the other waxed, the signs of his defeat had already appeared. "If I am beaten to death by the Cyan Emperor, will Heavenly Venerable Mu revive me?

" He felt some dread in his heart. If he had not won the least merit, would Shen Mu still save him?

"Why has that fellow Jiang Baigui not sent out his troops yet? " His heart grew more fearful, and his divine abilities gradually fell into disorder.

On the coastline of Jingping, Jiang Baigui stood upon a small boat, gazing far off at the battle on the sea, and gave no order to send out the army. "He is not being beaten hard enough; he must be beaten harder still.

" Jiang Baigui, Imperial Preceptor of Jingping, was calculating the Eastern Emperor Azure Dragon's injuries. His calculations differed from Shen Mu's; Shen Mu's were more like deduction, whereas Jiang Baigui's turned every aspect of the Eastern Emperor Azure Dragon into data — how much magic power the Eastern Emperor had left, what proportion of his divine abilities remained, how much of his qi and blood was left, what proportion his will to fight occupied, and so on — and summing them all together produced an accurate number.

The number of how long the Eastern Emperor had left before death.

And now, in his eyes, that number was shrinking without cease.

"If I send out my troops, the Cyan Emperor will certainly abandon the Eastern Emperor and flee back to the Eastern Heaven camp; but if the bait is great enough, then he will hesitate a moment, and try to kill the Eastern Emperor before my army arrives.

" The eyes of Jiang Baigui, Imperial Preceptor of Jingping, flickered; the number of how long the Eastern Emperor had left before death was still shrinking, and he said silently in his heart: "And what I must do in sending out my troops is to reach his side before he kills the Eastern Emperor, and take him captive!

Therefore the distance between the two sides must also be prepared.

" He was still waiting. The wounds on the Eastern Emperor's body grew ever heavier, yet he still held stubbornly against the Cyan Emperor, fighting to the death without retreating, awaiting his troops. In Jiang Baigui's eyes numbers leapt and danced; suddenly the numbers in his eyes halted, and the little boat beneath his feet shot forth like an arrow loosed from the string! At the same moment, in the Jingping camp, gate after gate of the great camps opened wide, and countless Jingping gods and demons trod the sea's surface, forming formations and charging forward with a roar!

In the sky, ten thousand sails moved as one, banners fluttering, and ship after ship of tower vessels and great warships raised the fire of their alchemical furnaces to the utmost!

And at the same instant, beneath the sea there were also great ships sailing under the water, and below the surface the Kun race and other god races were also on the march, and on the sea floor there were gods and demons treading the ocean bed, striving forward!

Jiang Baigui drove his wisdom to its utmost, directing at once the formations of the armies in the sky, on the sea's surface, in the sea, and on the sea floor, charging toward the enemy camp! In the sea, upon a strange ship with glazed portholes, the Earth Virtue Primordial Lady Gongsun Yan stood beneath a porthole, hands clasped behind her back, gazing upward.

Seeing this, the Cyan Emperor's heart tightened, but looking at the Eastern Emperor's wretched state, he hesitated somewhat. Then he made up his mind abruptly: "I can kill Azure Dragon before the Jingping army arrives! " At the prow of the little boat, Jiang Baigui stood with hands behind his back; the boat went faster and faster, charging at the very front of the Jingping army.

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Six, five, four, three!