Chapter 1157: Not a Fierce Dragon Does Not Cross the River (Third Update)
The black and white qi swirled within the eyes of the Creator Gods one after another, as if they were astonished. Yet they possessed no real thoughts. As Qin Mu's shout rang out, these Creator Gods once again howled as they charged toward him!
Those who leaped into the air leaped again, those who stepped on the cliff walls on both sides stepped on the cliff walls again, and those who ran on the ground sprinted at full speed once more!
Their axes and picks still followed their original trajectories, carrying the profound mysteries of Yin and Yang, attacking Qin Mu from every angle!
Boom!
A violent tremor came from the sky above, and the black and white Yin-Yang fish appeared once more, spinning around each other.
At the foot of the mountain, Dragon Qilin raised his head to look, puzzled in his heart: "It seems like all of this has happened before..."
In the mining area, time seemed to return to its starting point once again.
Those Creator Gods slaughtered Qin Mu, beating him into a pulp. Yet in the next moment, they each returned to their original positions, hands resting on their axes and picks, standing in a V-formation.
Qin Mu still stood before them, laughing heartily: "Come on—"
It was as if everything was replaying once more. The Creator Gods charged again, raised their axes and picks again, and again erupted with incomparably brilliant yet terrifying power, the Yin-Yang fish spinning at the zenith.
But this time, Qin Mu survived. He stood swaying amidst the many Creator Gods, but he did not fall.
Each time, the techniques he used were different. These three attempts had already allowed him to find a path to survival.
Qin Mu grinned, his mouth full of blood, and chuckled: "I didn't die..."
Pfft.
A Creator God behind him swung its axe, driving it into the back of his skull, blasting him into pieces.
The other Creator Gods each raised their axes and picks, smashing down in turn. But at that moment, it seemed time rewound once more. In the next instant, the Creator Gods each returned to their starting points.
Qin Mu stood there intact again, laughing loudly, shouting: "Come on—"
At the foot of the mountain, Dragon Qilin, Yan'er, the Void Beast, and Little Tu Bo had already grown accustomed to the two black and white pillars of light and the Yin-Yang fish that occasionally appeared in the sky, and continued with their own business.
Little Tu Bo lay sprawled on the Void Beast's head, staring at the ancient giant beasts that appeared and disappeared mysteriously on the mountain, drooling. Yan'er took out the Treasure-Gathering Basin that Lang Wan Goddess had given her, planning to conjure up more spirit pills. Dragon Qilin, meanwhile, lay dozing at the entrance of the village.
In the mining area, Qin Mu was shattered again and again, resurrected again and again, and each time he lived a little longer.
Finally, he was shattered once more. Just as everything seemed about to return to the starting point, suddenly the Creator Gods opened their mouths wide, and streams of Yin-Yang qi slithered out like dragons, swarming into Qin Mu's body!
Clearly, this Taiji mine vein had given birth to a self-awareness. It recognized that Qin Mu was using this shameless method to make himself stronger and stronger, deepening his understanding of the Way of Yin and Yang. So it chose to assimilate him while he was dead, turning him into part of the mining area!
As the Yin-Yang qi left the bodies of those Creator Gods, they rapidly petrified, turning into stone statues one by one!
But as the Yin-Yang qi drilled into Qin Mu's flesh and blood, it violently clashed with the Indestructible Matter Divine Ability. Qin Mu, who had been beaten into a pulp, sometimes gathered together, sometimes turned into chunks of stone, sometimes his flesh and blood reappeared, sometimes he became a many-headed monster, and sometimes he transformed back into Qin Mu's form!
Ling Tianzun had pioneered the Indestructible Matter Divine Ability on the foundation of the Way of Creation. It violently collided with the Yin-Yang qi—one was the indestructibility of matter, the other was the transformation and evolution of matter into all things, even life itself.
In this collision, one side was bound to lose.
If the Indestructible Divine Ability lost, Qin Mu died.
If the Yin-Yang qi lost, Qin Mu lived.
It was that simple!
The violent collision continued for who knows how long. Qin Mu slowly rose from the pool of blood, just beginning to show a faint smile, when suddenly he burst apart with a bang, transforming into an unrolled Taiji diagram.
Within the Taiji diagram, the Yin-Yang qi flowed slowly.
After another moment, the Yin-Yang qi gradually swelled up from the diagram, taking shape as Qin Mu's figure.
That was his Spirit Embryo. Ling Tianzun's Indestructible Divine Ability and the Yin-Yang qi had clashed, grinding away his physical body and primordial spirit, leaving only his Spirit Embryo indestructible!
Qin Mu's Spirit Embryo stood at the center of the Taiji diagram, holding the broken sword in hand.
On the hilt of this broken sword were imprinted two Taiji diagram patterns—two Taiji primordial stones embedded on the front and back faces of the hilt.
The Spirit Embryo swung the sword, slashing flatly in all directions!
"Sky, open!"
Boom!
Around him, the Great Dao trembled, as if the thunderous sound of the separation of heaven and earth had come. A World Tree rose from the ground, supporting the clear and turbid qi, dividing Yin and Yang. Countless stars appeared, floated into the air, and gradually drifted away, transforming into Xuan Du in the heavens!
The Heavenly River cascaded down, flowing out from Xuan Du, surging mightily. It passed through the Four Extremes, and the North Pole Heaven emerged, giving birth to two ancient gods—one named Xuan and one named Wu. Xuan Wu combined, the Flying Serpent coiling around the Dark Tortoise, and with a sudden tremor, countless stars and constellations were born in the Northern Heaven.
One after another, the ancient gods of the Northern Heaven, strange and misshapen, took their seats in the various star domains.
The Heavenly River flowed to the west, and the Western Pole Heaven appeared. The White Tiger roared, and countless stars and constellations of the Western Heaven were born. The ancient gods of the Western Heaven took their seats among the stars, their divine powers vast and mighty.
Then, the Southern Pole Heaven's Vermilion Bird, the Eastern Pole Heaven's Azure Dragon, and the various star domains all emerged one after another.
The Heavenly River surged onward, flowing through Yuan Du, descending from the heavens around the World Tree. The heavens gushed forth, radiating various colors of light, hanging around the World Tree.
The Heavenly River rolled mightily, flowing into the sea, sinking into the dark Netherworld. It passed between the two Nine-Bend Yellow Springs, transforming into the River of the Dead, coiling around Tu Bo's body.
The River of the Dead flowed to Tu Bo's feet, plunging into the Guixu, rushing into the Great Abyss.
In the Great Abyss, a twin lotus flower trembled gently against the river water, growing out from the pitch-black abyss.
At the other end of Guixu, the Heavenly River surged, appearing above Xuan Du, flowing across the brows of Heavenly Duke. His long brows fluttered, reflecting off the Heavenly River.
In the shadowy place beneath Heavenly Duke's feet, tremors came from the Tianyin Realm. Countless soul black sands flew out, descending from the sky into Qin Mu's Spirit Embryo, transforming into his Three Souls and Seven Spirits.
On the Taiji diagram, clanging sounds rang out without end, Dao tones resounding. Rows upon rows of heavenly palaces rose from the diagram amidst the Yin-Yang qi, each palace rumbling with Dao tones, gleaming as if newly polished.
On the God-Beheading Platforms within each heavenly palace, the Yin-Yang qi twisted and transformed, like two divine blades, slaying all things.
This was Qin Mu's Spirit Embryo Divine Treasury Domain!
Suddenly, the Divine Treasury Domain contracted sharply, growing smaller and smaller, compressed into the shape of a brain in a remarkably short time.
Around the brain, blood vessels grew, bones formed, hair flew wildly. Qin Mu's face appeared, then his five senses, heart, six viscera, and four limbs all grew in succession.
Qin Mu reached out to grab his sword. The broken sword appeared in his hand, and he sheathed it at his waist. The scabbard also appeared at his waist.
He stepped out of the encirclement of the Creator God stone statues. His clothes were also restoring themselves. By the time he walked out of the circle formed by those dozens of stone statues, his cape fluttered behind him, snapping in the wind.
From somewhere in the mining area, it seemed a faint sigh drifted over. Qin Mu turned a deaf ear to it, striding forward. All the strange phenomena in the mining area vanished. Even the Yin-Yang qi on the cliff walls ceased to flow, and the Taiji primordial stones showed no change at all.
After walking for a long time, a vast expanse of hazy Yin-Yang qi appeared ahead, forming an enormous Taiji pattern.
And at the center of this pattern, which spanned a hundred li, stood a grand altar. The altar itself was also divided by Yin and Yang, with a divine egg standing silently on the central line of the altar.
Surrounding this divine egg were eight primordial stones radiating the Dao resonance of Yin and Yang.
Qin Mu arrived before this divine egg, drew his waist sword, and thrust it into the altar. He sat down cross-legged, his expression calm, and said: "Dao brother within the egg, this outsider Qin Mu offers his greetings."