Chapter 1578: An Art That Took Ninety Years To Master
“Don’t worry about me, teacher. Worry about yourself!”
Emperor Jing Run said smilingly, “Now, please die.”
As soon as Emperor Jing Run finished, yin lightning slithered around the Bronze Like Tree like serpents or dragons, and dark wind howled like a raging river.
The lightning was no ordinary lightning. It was something called the Bone Scraping Yin Lightning. If it struck a mountain, then the mountain would collapse. If it struck the water, then the water would dry up. If it struck a tree, the tree would wither. If it struck the flesh, the flesh would scorch black. And if it struck the bone, the bone would disintegrate. It was a first class yin lightning in Fengdu.
The wind was no ordinary wind either. It was the Soul Scattering Nether Wind. It could not stir the water, rustle the leaves, or even kick up the dust, but it could befuddle the spirit in one breeze, send a mind flying in one gust, and scatter the soul in one concentrated blow. It was also a first class yin wind in the Nether.
When the Bone Scraping Yin Lightning shot down, the Chief Libationist took a step forward and waved his sleeve. As if he was sweeping the dust, the entire hall abruptly turned so clean that not a speck of dust could be found. The sky was blue and devoid of clouds as well.
Naturally, the Bone Scraping Yin Lightning was no exception. It was swept away in one gesture almost as if it was trash or dust.
When the Soul Scattering Nether Wind reached him, the Chief Libationist did not attempt to dodge. He simply took another step forward. A gentleman stands tall and proud between heaven and earth, untouched by the storm, and at peace like a mountain.
When the river of Soul Scattering Nether Wind crashed into the Chief Libationist, the old scholar was completely unperturbed, but the wind was scattered into nothing. He continued forward.
“What does this lightning matter to me? What does this wind matter to me?” The Chief Libationist declared in a bright, clear voice while making his way toward the Bronze Like Tree step by step.
“As expected of the Chief Libationist. I have mastered an art after meditating for ninety nine years on my Mount Mang. I would like you to inspect it.”
As the Ghost Ancestor of Mount Mang spoke, the bronze bells on the Bronze Like Tree began ringing incessantly.