Chapter 940: The Beauty of the Great Sword Dao
Qin Mu glanced at him, shook his head, and smiled: "Luo Shen Dao, your injuries are extremely severe right now. If you don't receive treatment, you'll soon die from your wounds bursting out."
Luo Wushuang was covered in blood, wounds everywhere, the blood dyeing the waterfall that flowed backward beneath his feet red.
He had guarded the Heavenly Venerable and giant disciple disciples on the ship as they fought against the heart demons, and had also withstood the residual force from the Heart Demon Heavenly Emperor's palm strike, resulting in severe injuries.
Qin Mu was skilled in medicine and had cultivated a pair of keen eyes. One look and he knew his injuries were not far from fatal.
"You've already waited for me for forty thousand years. Surely you can wait a little longer?"
Qin Mu walked forward to examine his wounds, saying: "Healing your wounds isn't difficult for me. Don't keep pushing yourself."
Luo Wushuang let out a muffled groan as wounds all over his body burst open, blood gushing like a fountain.
Qin Mu carried him to the mountaintop, first stopping the bleeding from his wounds, then took out some spiritual herbs to refine elixirs, saying: "I can treat the hidden ailments in your body, and I can also use miraculous medicines to treat the damage to your primordial spirit. Damage to your divine treasures and heavenly palaces can also be treated. However, the Dao wounds left from your collision with the Heart Demon Heavenly Emperor's palm—those you'll need to refine and dissolve yourself."
He said apologetically: "I can't treat that kind of injury. But I am proficient in the art of creation. In the early years, I severed one of your arms—I can give you a new one."
Luo Wushuang shook his head: "My name is Wushuang—my parents hoped I would be unmatched under heaven. But after you severed my arm, I realized that 'unmatched' could also mean this. Everything I've learned and comprehended in my life resides in this arm. Even if you reattach it, I'd still cut it off again."
Qin Mu's primordial energy transformed into a furnace, and he circled around it, employing various alchemy techniques. Hearing this, he turned his head and smiled at him, continuing to refine the elixirs, saying: "I thought as much. Aren't you afraid I might feed you a few poison pills while treating your wounds?"
Luo Wushuang fell silent.
Qin Mu finished refining the elixirs and had him take them first.
"Is there poison?" Luo Wushuang stared at these spiritual pills.
Qin Mu took out some silver needles, smiling: "You guess."
Luo Wushuang swallowed the pills, while Qin Mu carefully inserted the silver needles into his acupuncture points, using them to channel the medicinal power so it could reach his divine treasures.
Luo Wushuang immediately felt the medicinal power reach his divine treasures. The injuries there were slowly healing, the cracks in his divine treasures growing finer and finer.
"Injuries to the heavenly palaces are harder to treat. I don't know much about heavenly palaces, and ordinary silver needles can't pierce through them—they'd be crushed at the Southern Heaven Gate, unable to channel the medicinal power through. Fortunately, I obtained a treasure that can pierce through the Southern Heaven Gate."
Qin Mu took out the Core of the World Tree, and with a thought, the core became as thin as a needle.
He inserted the wooden needle into Luo Wushuang's brow, and the Core of the World Tree passed through the Southern Heaven Gate, arriving at Luo Wushuang's heavenly palace.
"Grow!"
Qin Mu shouted softly, and the Core of the World Tree immediately lengthened, reaching all the way to Luo Wushuang's heavenly palace Jade Capital City. The other end of the core arrived within the Lingxiao Treasure Hall, before Luo Wushuang's primordial spirit.
Qin Mu carefully observed Luo Wushuang's expression, saying: "Do you know that this treasure can change shape at my will, and it's incredibly sharp? Even though you're an expert at the Lingxiao realm, your life and death are in my control right now. With a single thought, this treasure will burst your heavenly palace, assassinate your primordial spirit, and explode your head."
Luo Wushuang's expression was calm, and he said: "I trust you. If you didn't heal my wounds, I wouldn't live much longer anyway."
Qin Mu laughed heartily and had him take the spiritual pills: "You trust me so much, it makes me feel ashamed. To be honest, even I don't trust myself. Your injuries will take some time to fully heal. Once you're better, you can challenge me again."
Luo Wushuang stood up and asked: "Where do you plan to go? I want to follow you. If I don't eliminate the heart demon in my Dao heart, even if I return to the Heavenly Court from here, I'll still die at the heart demon's hands. Don't worry—once my injuries heal and I fight you, I'll definitely face you at the same cultivation realm. If I used my cultivation to suppress you, my heart demon would be impossible to eliminate."
Qin Mu was about to speak when suddenly a beam of divine light broke through the air, heading straight for them.
The divine light grew faster and faster, and from afar, vast primordial energy surged forth, transforming into a giant hand that enveloped the mountaintop!
"A true god!" Luo Wushuang's heart leaped. He was about to block it when his primordial energy suddenly became somewhat disordered.
Qin Mu's primordial energy erupted, and the waterfall beneath his feet rose up, forming a dome that covered the mountaintop. Luo Wushuang looked up and saw water flowing down the surface of the dome, various strange written symbols appearing as it flowed.
Those were Heavenly Dao runes.
This Heavenly Dao divine ability was called Sky Dome—the sixth Heavenly Dao of the Mystic Capital.
The giant hand collided with the Sixth Heavenly Dao, and both exploded. Qin Mu raised an eyebrow—the newcomer's cultivation was extremely profound.
"The much-vaunted Shepherd Heavenly Venerable who shook the world, the Qin Overlord Body that stunned the Dragon Han, Upper Emperor, and Yankang eras—nothing more than this!"
The divine light howled as it arrived, revealing a man clad in cyan-gold feathers. His wings crossed over his chest, and suddenly he flapped them, sending countless cyan-gold feathers flying toward Qin Mu. Instantly, feathers filled the air around the mountaintop, completely covering it, airtight.
Those feather swords flowed like a torrent, weaving up and down around the mountain peak.
"Luo Wushuang, this is a grudge between the Haotian Palace and the Shepherd Heavenly Venerable. It's none of your business—don't interfere." The cyan-feathered man called out loudly.
Qin Mu raised his hand, and the waterfall broke, once again forming a Sky Dome to protect the mountaintop. Countless cyan-gold feathers struck the dome, creating a dazzling display of flowing light.
"Heavenly Dao divine abilities? Which Heavenly Venerable's disciple in the Heavenly Court hasn't cultivated those? Shepherd Heavenly Venerable, don't make a fool of yourself!"
The cyan-gold feathered man knelt through the dome, saying in a deep voice: "An Qingyu, disciple of Heavenly Venerable Haotian, pays respects to Shepherd Heavenly Venerable!"
"A disciple of Heavenly Venerable Haotian?"
Qin Mu struggled to maintain the Sky Dome, his face flushed red, and said with difficulty: "Since you want to kill me, why show such respect?"
An Qingyu did not stand up. He used his feathers to seal off the space, preventing Qin Mu from escaping, and kowtowed to him respectfully—three kneelings and nine prostrations—saying in a deep voice: "I have heard that at the beginning of the Dragon Han era, the Shepherd Heavenly Venerable taught the masses the method of becoming gods on behalf of Heavenly Venerable Yu, taking away my master's merit. But regardless, the Shepherd Heavenly Venerable has great merit. I have been ordered by my master to kill you, Heavenly Venerable, and you will die by my hand. But since you taught the masses the method of becoming gods, I will first kneel and bow, then end your life!"
Qin Mu maintained the Sky Dome, panting heavily: "The disciples of Heavenly Venerable Haotian certainly know their manners. I am a man without a soul, with little time left. Don't you plan to seal your cultivation realm and fight me fairly?"
He coughed violently a few times, his breath as thin as a thread. A tragic sense of a hero in his twilight years, at the end of his road, surged through him. He laughed bitterly: "My cultivation realm has already fallen to the Embryonic Spirit realm. You are a true god, while I am at the Embryonic Spirit realm. I hope to die gloriously—at the very least, in a fair battle, so I can depart peacefully."
An Qingyu stood up, and behind him, clanging sounds rang out as four heavenly palaces floated in the halo behind his head. His eyes were sharp and bright, and he smiled: "The Supreme One instructed that the Shepherd Heavenly Venerable's cultivation is extremely profound, having fused three or four types of Imperial Throne techniques. Only the divine power of a true god can suppress the Heavenly Venerable by a margin."
He was a true god, his primordial spirit a bird-headed humanoid deity that had already crossed the Southern Heaven Gate, not far from the Jasper Terrace. His divine power was vast and profound. As his cultivation erupted, countless cyan-gold feathers sliced through the Sky Dome and rushed toward Qin Mu!
An Qingyu's voice continued: "The Supreme One also instructed that the Heavenly Venerable's divine consciousness is powerful, and he has cultivated the Old Buddha's Immeasurable Kalpa Sutra. Therefore, the Supreme One refined a treasure for each of us disciples, so that we would not be affected by the Heavenly Venerable's illusionary realm."
A jade pendant on his chest lit up, its light flowing.
Qin Mu's expression changed slightly. This jade pendant was personally refined by Heavenly Venerable Haotian, and it could precisely counter his dream world.
He had just attempted to pull An Qingyu into his dream world, but unexpectedly, the jade pendant had blocked his divine consciousness!
An Qingyu's strike was several times more powerful than before. The cyan-gold feather swords covered the sky and earth, enveloping all directions, leaving him no room to dodge.
At that moment, Qin Mu's primordial energy rose from behind him, transforming into a fan. He reached out and grabbed it, swinging it forcefully. A great heavenly wind arose, sweeping away countless feather swords!
The Eighth Heavenly Dao—Heavenly Wind.
An Qingyu spat out a spiritual pearl from his mouth. The heavenly wind howled but couldn't move him an inch. The power of the Heavenly Wind was completely broken.
Qin Mu was startled: "The Heavenly Duke of the Mystic Capital is indeed in danger."
He had just used two Heavenly Dao divine abilities, both easily broken by An Qingyu. His Heavenly Dao divine abilities included not only the Heavenly Dao runes calculated through classical numerology but also the runes calculated through the Taiwei Mathematical Canon.
However, the Heavenly Court had clearly developed various divine abilities specifically targeting the Heavenly Dao in order to eliminate the Heavenly Duke!
"The Heavenly Court probably hasn't completely broken all forty-nine Heavenly Daos, or the Heavenly Duke would already be dead. But that day is probably not far off." He thought to himself.
An Qingyu charged alone to the mountaintop, cyan light blazing behind him—countless feather swords flying back to form a single cyan wing. He smiled: "Shepherd Heavenly Venerable, I already told you—Heavenly Dao divine abilities are not rare in the Heavenly Court!"
His two wings thrust forward one after another. Having cultivated four types of Imperial Throne techniques, his cultivation was extremely profound, unexpectedly powerful. His two wings sliced space into hundreds of pieces.
At the same time, his primordial spirit stood in the central heavenly palace, sleeves fluttering, embracing a blazing sun. A beam of essence light shot out from the sun, aimed directly at Qin Mu!
In the other three heavenly palaces, phantom images of his primordial spirit appeared, each mobilizing the power of those three palaces to unleash divine abilities, forming three giants—one a beautiful celestial maiden, one an ancient god with a primitive appearance, one a ferocious demon king—all attacking Qin Mu simultaneously!
This was the first time Qin Mu had encountered an expert who cultivated multiple Imperial Throne techniques simultaneously and had reached the divine realm. Relying solely on Heavenly Dao divine abilities, it was difficult to contend with him. He made a decisive decision, gripping his sword pellet. The pellet exploded, and sword light filled the sky.
Clanging sounds of collision rang out endlessly. In an instant, the two figures vanished from the mountaintop, blasted backward by each other's power!
In the blink of an eye, the two had each been knocked back dozens of miles. With a crack, a fissure appeared at the top of this majestic mountain.
Luo Wushuang stood on the mountaintop, the Core of the World Tree inserted in his brow, silver needles all over his body, not daring to move.
The silver needles were one thing—at worst, when he circulated his power, they would be snapped, leaving broken needles in his divine treasures. But the Core of the World Tree in his brow would not be snapped.
If he circulated his power, his heavenly palace and brain would likely be churned into paste!
"The Qin Overlord Body probably isn't a match for this person. The gap in realms is too great..."
Just as he thought this, the divine abilities of the two men, dozens of miles away, had already arrived at the mountaintop. In the instant they were blasted backward, each had already unleashed hundreds of divine abilities!
An Qingyu's techniques and divine abilities were more numerous. His primordial spirits in the four heavenly palaces unleashed various Imperial Throne techniques, casually employing all kinds of divine abilities. Every single move was extremely powerful. A thousand divine abilities crashed over, their power truly terrifying.
Qin Mu, however, used pure sword techniques. Flying swords howled in from dozens of miles away, each sword executing a different sword technique. His swords could even perform the most complex sword arts—a single flying sword with a slight flick would burst forth with the most brilliant sword light, evolving into vast rivers and mountains!
Some flying swords moved with an inconceivable rhythm, appearing and disappearing. Some swords were very fast, while others were relatively slow. Various sword techniques continuously evolved, and the different techniques combined to form even more refined and exquisite sword arts.
Though Qin Mu's flying swords were numerous, all the swords were individual divine abilities, yet all the sword techniques and divine abilities formed a single whole—part of one magnificent grand divine ability.
Luo Wushuang watched the forest of swords flying over his head with fascination. Qin Mu's sword techniques revealed to him the beauty of the great sword dao brought to near perfection.
He had entered the Dao through the blade, was the number one divine blade of the Heavenly Court, and had made Qin Mu his lifelong enemy to defeat.
He had countless times recalled the sword strike with which Qin Mu severed his arm, and had repeatedly crossed blades with the Upper Emperor Sword God Bai Qu'er, trying to find traces of Qin Mu in Bai Qu'er's sword techniques.
The one who appreciated Qin Mu's sword techniques the most, besides Heavenly Venerable Haotian, was him.
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