Chapter 440 — Giant Blade, Long Saber

" Shen Mu and the others carefully imagined that scene, and a chill ran through them. Grandmother Zhu and the others had deployed the Great Luo Heaven Star Formation and drawn everyone, along with the primal spirits of the Upper Heaven gods, away — only to fall into the space within a saber? And when the Jingping Imperial Preceptor had activated the Zhen Cauldron, intending to perish together with the Upper Heaven gods, the cauldron's energy had also been absorbed by a dreadful power underground — could that too have been the work of this saber?

Kun King said in a daze, "We fell into that strange space, vast and boundless, yet utterly empty — and to think we had actually landed on the surface of a saber. .

. We fought for so long on the surface of a saber and never noticed! " He could scarcely believe it. Grey Immortal continued, "These statues reached there before me.

Several of them are building an altar — a very large altar. I do not know what they intend.

" Shen Mu's heart stirred slightly, and he said, "Grey Immortal, could you draw the appearance of the altar?

" Grey Immortal used his primal energy as a brush, painting in the air, and after a moment the altar was drawn out. This altar resembled the altar Shen Mu had seen before the cave mouth, in that other world — the altar used to let the demon army pass through the world barrier and enter Jingping. And the altar Grey Immortal had drawn — the runic structure upon it was somewhat similar to that altar, yet also somewhat different. Shen Mu was slightly startled, and suddenly seized by curiosity, he asked, "Who has a mirror?

" Blind Old Man laughed and said, "Deaf Old Man loves to preen most of all. Others may not have one, but he certainly does.

" Deaf Old Man snorted coldly and produced a mirror.

Shen Mu hastily said, "I need two mirrors.

Who else has one? " The Alchemist said hesitantly, "I have one here.

" Deaf Old Man glared at him: "You have no face — what do you want a mirror for?

" "To tidy my attire," the Alchemist said matter-of-factly.

Shen Mu took the two mirrors, placed one to the left of the altar Grey Immortal had drawn and one to the right, and suddenly said, "Grey Immortal, can you project this altar into the mirrors?

" Grey Immortal's mind stirred slightly, and the altar formed of primal energy flew into the mirror. Shen Mu looked into the mirror, and understanding dawned. He said, "These two altars are mirror images of each other!

The altar those statues are building and the altar in the other world are mirror images. They must be intending to transmit the demon army directly from the other world to the altar underground. The altar they use should be a kind of teleportation formation, though different from our Tian Sheng Sect's teleportation formations. Theirs is more primitive and requires blood sacrifice. " Blind Old Man laughed and said, "What are these fellows transmitting the demon army here for? Surely they do not intend to blood-sacrifice this demon army to awaken that statue underground? " No one laughed. Blind Old Man gradually could not laugh either.

These demon armies were being transmitted in, sacrificing themselves, transformed into a blood sacrifice to awaken the underground statue — and once that statue was awakened, who knew what would happen? "This statue is most likely not a statue, but the ancestor of these god-and-demon stone statues.

The statues came running here to save their ancestor.

" Deaf Old Man said, "After the demon army is blood-sacrificed, the statue revives. Heh heh, all our fighting and killing will have been for nothing!

The statue's demon sons and grandsons have resurrected him! " The group fell silent.

The Village Head was dead, Old Tathagata was dead, the Old Dao Lord was dead, and they had also lost Mystic Sage Wu, White Immortal, Yellow Immortal, and others — and in the end they still could not stop the descent of these true gods and true demons. They could fight no more.

Once this true demon revived, they too would be finished. Shen Mu continued studying the two mirrors, and suddenly said, "Do any of you have more mirrors? Give me two more.

" The Alchemist rummaged through his medicine basket and took out two more mirrors, tossing them to him.

Deaf Old Man's brows twitched, and he snorted, "Vain creature! " Shen Mu placed one mirror between the two, refracting the light, then used the other mirror to refract the light again.

After layer upon layer of reflection, the altar that fell upon the last mirror was still a mirror image of the other. Shen Mu thought for a moment and said, "What if the demon army cannot be transmitted over?

Can the remaining statues still awaken that underground statue? " The Alchemist asked curiously, "What does the little Human Sovereign intend to do? " Shen Mu showed a bashful smile: "Grandpa Alchemist, do not tease me. . .

I intend to build two more teleportation altars between these two altars, to interfere with their transmission.

The demon army, passing through the interference, may not be able to come over. It is like these two mirrors — tilt the direction slightly, and the light cannot reach the last mirror. "