901 Going Through Old Grudges of the Pas (2/2)
”With the core of the Primordial Tree, maybe it's possible to save Big Senior Brother…”
Qin Mu found himself alone and took out the peachwood hairpin. He faced the Surging River and activated the hairpin, and the vast and mighty celestial river gushed out and merged with the Surging River.
After Cripple saved him, he told him what Human Emperor Qi Kang saw at the Surging River. Green Deity of the Eastern Sky tried to drown Wei Suifeng after capturing him, but Wei Suifeng fused together with the ghost ship and escaped.
When they were in the Eastern Celestial Palace's sphere of influence, Qin Mu hadn't wanted to alert the Eastern Celestial Palace. Now that Mother Earth dared to appear, it meant that he was out of the Eastern Celestial Palace's territory. Hence, Qin Mu wanted to see if it was possible to use the peachwood hairpin to save the ghost ship, together with Wei Suifeng, from Celestial Venerable Ling's divine art.
The divine art in the peachwood hairpin was activated, and a fog immediately rose from the heart of the river, its mists looking like they came from the past as the river water churned and surged!
The Surging River and celestial river used to be one body that was then cut into two. Today, it was reunified. Immediately, apparitions of all kinds appeared as strange light radiated from the river, brightening up the sky.
Large ships with overlapping palaces, countless gods and devils, and a myriad of apparitions surged forward, all sorts of deafening noises clashing together.
These apparitions represented the history of the Surging River—the people and buildings of the past, as well as the historical incidents that happened. This was all driven by Celestial Venerable Ling's unchanging divine art, bursting forth all at once!
The celestial river and Surging River trembled violently, and suddenly, the entire celestial river rose into the air, flying towards the sky. The thousand-mile-long river surface floated in the sky as apparitions of all kinds appeared. These floating palaces seemed as though they rose from the ashes of history to materialize in this era!
Boom—
Buildings, gods, and devils from each and every era clashed as countless fragments fell from the sky. It was an incomparably astonishing scene.
The fog was getting thicker as a ghost ship appeared among the mists. Black mists covered its exterior, along with chains circling the ghost ship like dragons and large pythons. However, they didn't touch the ghost ship.
The hand that held the peachwood hairpin was shaking violently. Qin Mu quickly used both hands to grab the hairpin and stabilized his body. Even so, the peachwood hairpin felt like it was going to slip out of his hands.
”Wei Suifeng!”
Qin Mu shouted loudly, arms burrowing out of his armpits as he held onto the peachwood hairpin with all his might. ”Big Senior Brother, why are you not out yet?”
The ghost ship appeared hazily as it moved through the black fog, nearing him.
The space surrounding Qin Mu appeared more and more unstable, and it started collapsing. Each and every era seemed to overlap, and with that, the palaces, gods, and devils. Even the ghost ship showed signs of crumbling.
On the ghost ship, a middle-aged man appeared at the bow. He opened his mouth and said something, but the echoes of each and every era appeared at the same time, making it extremely noisy and difficult to make out what he was trying to say.
Qin Mu freed up a hand and quickly took out the core of the Primordial Tree, shouting, ”Enlarge!”
Whoosh—
The core of the Primordial Tree expanded rapidly towards the ghost ship, as though it was trying to build a bridge between the past and the present.
The current length of the core of the Primordial Tree was already immeasurable, but the ghost ship among the black fog was still far away. On the ghost ship, Wei Suifeng tried to fly onto the Primordial Tree, but the moment he flew up, his body dispersed and reappeared again at the bow of the ship. It was as though he had never left.
”Map…”
His voice was faintly heard.
Qin Mu was unable to hold onto the peachwood hairpin anymore and could only disperse his magic power. The celestial river immediately broke in two, with one half vanishing as the Surging River fell from the sky. The ghost ship, the large ships, the palaces, and the countless gods and devils rapidly retreated and faded into history.
The fog also shrunk quickly, soon disappearing without a trace.
The rod of the core of the Primordial Tree fell into Qin Mu's hand.
Qin Mu looked around as the trembling space suddenly stabilized, returning to a calm state, as though the apparitions that happened a moment ago were just illusions.
”The peachwood hairpin is unable to pull the ghost ship out of Celestial Venerable Ling's divine art, unless the map is the only thing that can save him?”
Qin Mu was stunned. He put away the peachwood hairpin and shouted, ”Yan'er, quickly bring us away!”
Yan'er quickly transformed into the dragon sparrow, picking up the dragon qilin and throwing him on her back. Qin Mu also got on her back, after which, she spread her wings and immediately took off.
Right after they left, the surrounding space warped, and many strange-looking and strong gods arrived. They surveyed the area but didn't find anything.
Suddenly, a god raised a gate. The gate opened, and Son of Heaven Yin walked out, taking stock of his surroundings.
”Black Deity, strange apparitions burst upon the celestial river. History was reenacted, and the broken river was reconnected. Do we need to report this to the celestial heavens?” a god asked.
Son of Heaven Yin frowned and said, ”The celestial river that was broken into two was rejoined?”
The god said, ”The other half of the celestial river suddenly appeared, and after a while, it disappeared.”
Son of Heaven Yin inspected the area and shouted, ”This is a serious matter, check it thoroughly and find out which monster is inciting trouble. I will personally report this matter to the celestial heavens!”
Those gods and devils left one after another.
Son of Heaven Yin turned and returned through the gate, muttering softly, ”Celestial Venerable Ling, ghost ship… Can't the world have some peace? Who exactly is going through the old grudges of the past?”