Chapter 1753 — Sealing the Coffin and Sinking It in the River

The Haotian Emperor fixed the distant Shen Mu with a venomous stare, then turned abruptly and strode to the front of the Lingxiao Palace, only to find its gates sealed by a web of knotted red cords that barred all entry. From within the hall came surge after surge of dreadful fluctuation, as if some beings were locked in combat inside.

It could only be the consciousness of the Third Young Master wielding the power of the Lingxiao Palace against Shen Mu's red-cord knots, striving to break that divine art!

After making his obeisance, the Haotian Emperor said: "Young Master Lingxiao, Mu Tianzun no longer breathes. Can he be dead?

" The commotion in the hall suddenly fell still, and the voice of the Third Young Master came forth: "The Seventh Young Master of Miluo Palace has always dwelt in the past universe.

How could he die? Through the epochs of past universes, who knows how many sought to kill him, yet he still lives perfectly well. Even the Calamity of Ruin and the Calamity of Creation might not be able to kill him. Now he is only too gravely wounded, and seizes the chance to enter extinction in feigned death.

" A chill ran through the Haotian Emperor's heart: "Fortunate that I was not tricked!

" The Third Young Master said: "Yet his wounds are extremely heavy, and little power should remain to him, or he would not have needed half a month to contract his divine treasuries and enter extinction in feigned death. At his peak, with one thought to extinguish the world and one thought to open heaven, he could have healed the wounds upon his body. That stroke of mine is a divine art created by my teacher to break the Lord of Potian Capital. Struck by that stroke, even his entry into extinction was arduously hard! And once extinct, to open heaven and be reborn has become extraordinarily difficult! In his present state, neither alive nor dead, he seeks to borrow extinction to break the dao wound I left upon him, yet he cannot break it!

" The Haotian Emperor looked up and cried out: "What does the Young Master mean?

" "In his present state, little of his battle strength remains, with scant power and scant threat. You may well seize him and send him to the Ancestral Court to be sunk in the river.

" The Third Young Master said in a low voice: "Cast him back into the chaotic long river of Jade Capital City, and he will be unable to return here unless he too performs a blood sacrifice! But the blood sacrifice was presided over by me, laid out over six billion years, and I will give him no chance to return. So long as you send him back to the past, you need never fear him again, and Jingping too can be shattered with a flick of the fingers. " The Haotian Emperor's heart thudded wildly.

After giving thanks in worship, he rose and gazed from afar toward Shen Mu.

"This divine art was created by my teacher to trap the Second Young Master Wuji. Old Seven learned only its surface, yet for me to break it, I fear I must spend five or six years to undo this single form.

" The voice of the Third Young Master came: "In these days you may attend to your own affairs and must not come to disturb me. I must devote myself wholly to breaking the red-cord knots, for if I am distracted I will easily suffer backlash. Still less must you touch these red-cord knots, do you understand?

" In the Haotian Emperor's mind there was only a single thought, and he did not clearly hear his words.

Wherever his gaze reached, he saw Shen Mu sitting withered beneath the World Tree, while the two Taiji Ancient Gods ordered men to go and probe. Those scouts of the Heavenly Court had not yet come before him when suddenly they burst apart with dull pops and turned into wisps of chaotic qi!

The two Ancient Gods started in fright and hastily urged the Taiji Sand Table into a defensive posture, yet Shen Mu remained utterly breathless, still seated there. Only the chaotic qi transformed from those Heavenly Court scouts was drawn forth and fell into the chaotic blood pool beneath Shen Mu.

There all was沉静.

Suddenly the eyes of Empress Taiyin flickered as she urged a divine art, and one art became a thousand-li long river that roared and raced straight toward Shen Mu!

As that river surged it changed swiftly, and by the time it reached Shen Mu's vicinity it had already become flesh and blood, like a thousand-li dragon, baring fangs and claws, savage and ferocious!

The divine arts of the Taiji Ancient Gods were indeed unfathomably marvelous. The might of this blow was extremely strong, issued with all her force, and she reckoned that even a Celestial Venerable would have to rise to block it.

At the same time the Sun Celestial Venerable also displayed his art, and the two arts perfectly complemented each other. The two long dragons, one black and one white, locked head to tail and became a great Taiji art!

Yet before that great Taiji art could reach Shen Mu, the branches of the World Tree behind Shen Mu danced and flew, piercing through that art and strangling the black and white dragons! After those two dragons died, they too became threads of chaotic qi and flowed into the chaotic blood pool beneath Shen Mu.

Seeing this, the Haotian Emperor hesitated somewhat. Although Shen Mu's flesh was incomparably mighty, with lingering might even after death, it should not have been mighty to such a degree after death.

Could it be that he still retained consciousness and could command the World Tree and the chaotic blood pool to strike gods and demons who drew near?

"Third Young Master, ordinary men根本无法 approach Mu Tianzun's flesh. How then can he be sent to Jade Capital City of the Ancestral Court to be sunk in the river?

" The Haotian Emperor bowed in worship.

Within the hall, the Third Young Master gave a muffled groan, and only after a moment caught his breath, saying coldly: "I just told you not to disturb me, and you nearly caused me to be locked to death by the red-cord knots! You are so stupid.

So be it. I will teach you how to forge a Dao-Burying Divine Coffin. Forge this coffin, put Old Seven inside, carry him to the Ancestral Court, and cast him into the chaotic long river, and that will suffice! " Within the Lingxiao Palace, the red-cord knots shook unceasingly, and a wisp of the Third Young Master's divine sense barely pierced the blockade of the knots and drilled into the Haotian Emperor's mind, saying: "Once put into this Dao-Burying Divine Coffin, none can hope to escape.

It is a coffin for burying those who have attained the Dao. Forge it swiftly, put him inside, then use the Dao-Slaughtering Nails I teach you to pin down the lid, and you may send him to Jade Capital City to be sunk in the river! " The Haotian Emperor was overjoyed and immersed himself in comprehending the method of refining the Dao-Burying Divine Coffin taught by the Third Young Master, only this was a refiners art, and in refining his attainment was limited. "Men!

Invite Xing'an Celestial Venerable of the Zaofu Heavenly Palace! " Not long after, Xing'an arrived belatedly, and the Haotian Emperor transmitted to him the method of refining the Dao-Burying Divine Coffin, saying: "You are honored as a Celestial Venerable and are Lord of the Zaofu Palace.

How long would it take to refine this coffin?

" Xing'an savored it in detail, with countless brains floating in the air to aid his thought and calculation. Only after a long while did he open his eyes and say: "The armies possess exotic treasures refined from the precious lands of the Ancestral Court, and the materials suffice.

Half a year would complete the refining. But I require the aid of all Emperor Throne experts in the Heavenly Court, as well as several Celestial Venerables and those who have attained the Dao. " The Haotian Emperor frowned and said: "Half a year is too long. Should Old Thief Mu awake, it will be too late!

I give you three months!