Chapter 673 — The Fat Dragon Is Reborn

The faces of all present were grave. Though the Emperor Ming's Flawless Creation Mystic Scripture was an Emperor Throne cultivation art—the most supreme of supreme teachings—the mere fact that its name bore the word "flawless" could not make it truly without defect. The imperfection in his spirit primordial had opened a gaping flaw in Emperor Ming's cultivation art.

This flaw meant that the attacking power of his four arms was inferior to that of his other two, and that his two secondary heads were inferior to his primary head. The consequence was that when facing a powerhouse of the same realm as himself, his four arms and two heads all became his vulnerabilities. This flaw was the most direct cause of Emperor Ming's downfall. The Flawless Creation Mystic Scripture was built upon the foundation of the three heads and six arms.

The three-headed, six-armed body of the Chiming Era encompassed all combat methods of that age; every cultivation art and divine ability was founded upon this three-headed, six-armed basis.

Without two heads and four arms, one's means of attack would be reduced by eighty or ninety percent, one's techniques would be riddled with flaws, and one's strength would suffer tremendous loss. This was why the Village Head had said Emperor Ming died a most miserable death. From this one could further deduce that the Chiming Era had likewise perished for the same reason. In the late Chiming Era, most of the cultivation arts practiced by divine ability users were arts like the Flawless Battle Divine Art—arts and divine abilities derived from the Flawless Creation Mystic Scripture.

When the Creation Mystic Scripture was broken, it meant that all other arts were broken as well!

The destruction of an entire era was deeply connected to the flaw in Emperor Ming's Creation Mystic Scripture!

"If the Creation Mystic Scripture were fused with the Immortal Consciousness, would there no longer be any flaw? " Zaifu suddenly asked. The Village Head said, "Perhaps there would, but we cannot see it.

The cultivation arts and divine abilities of the Chiming Era were too monolithic, all built upon a single Emperor Throne cultivation art.

Though exceedingly profound, once the art was broken, death followed in a manner too horrible to witness.

" Granny Zhu said, "In the present-day Jingping, cultivation arts and divine abilities emerge in endless variety, avoiding the situation of the Chiming Era. Perhaps this is a good thing. " Everyone nodded in agreement.

The First Ancestor Human Emperor observed them with curiosity. These people were all unremarkable in appearance, some even rather bizarre—some beautiful enough to make one's soul swoon, others utterly homely with shifty rat-like eyes, and still others missing arms or legs.

Yet their vision and insight were truly extraordinary.

Shen Mu had also transmitted the two Emperor Throne cultivation arts to the First Ancestor, but the First Ancestor had never pondered so many things. Though his realm was higher, in certain respects he was far inferior to these people of the Hidden Remnant Village. These people had endured countless hardships and weathered far too many worldly affairs—experiences the First Ancestor had never known. After becoming Human Emperor, the First Ancestor had lost all interest and turned himself into a stone statue to avoid the world.

"No wonder they could raise someone like Shen'er.

" He revealed a faint smile and thought, "If Shen'er had lived in the Carefree Land, perhaps he would not be as he is now, nor would he have achieved what he has. It is these people who raised him that shaped who he is today. " Shen Mu explained the two cultivation arts several more times, but the Lame Old Man and the Pill Master found them like heavenly scriptures, utterly unable to comprehend them no matter what.

The Village Head laughed and said, "Shen'er, go attend to your own affairs.

We old fellows will study together here—perhaps we can help the Pill Master and the Lame Old Man grasp it.

" Shen Mu assented and walked out with a dark expression, then shouted, "Dragon Fatty, come here! " The Dragon Qilin wanted to come running over joyfully, but its four limbs could barely touch the ground—it could not run at all, and could only shuffle over obediently. It wanted to lower its head in apology, but it was so fat that it had no neck left, and its head could not bend down.

"The Ancestral Dragon Grand Mystery Art I taught you—you have not been cultivating it? " Shen Mu was sick at heart and scolded, "The Ancestral Dragon Eight Tones vibrate the physical body and spirit primordial—what medicinal power could not be dissolved? If you had cultivated diligently, could you have grown this fat? How am I supposed to face anyone out there?

Look at Senior Brother Tiger—he charges straight through thousands of troops and ten thousand horses.

Teacher Woodcutter, one man and one tiger, takes the head of an enemy general from amidst ten thousand demons. If I rode you into battle, with your current speed, both you and I would be hacked to death by a chaotic hail of blades! " The Dragon Qilin lowered its head and dared not speak.

Shen Mu raged, "Why aren't you speaking?

You swindled Grandpa Pill Master's spirit pills, and in the end you only swindled yourself! If you were merely gluttonous, that would be one thing—gluttonous but diligent in cultivation, you would not have grown the slightest bit fat, and your strength would instead be greater. The Mystic Water Dragon Pearl and the Qilin Pearl could both have been refined to the Life and Death realm! But you are not only gluttonous—you are also lazy! I don't want you anymore. To Fengdu—I'll return you to the Patriarch!

" The Dragon Qilin panicked and begged for mercy, tears streaming down its face.

Shen Mu's anger would not subside. He wanted to drag it out of the city to the Spirit Energy Transfer Bridge, but it was too fat and too heavy—even with his divine strength, he could not move it. Heaven only knew how many spirit pills and miraculous medicines the Dragon Qilin had eaten over the past nearly two years! This weight was comparable to the physical body of a god! "Sister Xiu, come lend a hand!

" Shen Mu called out loudly.

Ling Yuxiu walked over with a smile and said, "If you transport him to Fengdu, it will take at least a dozen days, and you will be exhausted half to death. Why not give him another chance—let him refine away the fat, and the problem is solved?

" The Dragon Qilin shook its round, rolling head repeatedly, eyes blurry with tears. Shen Mu's heart softened, and he said, "Then I'll give you one more chance.

I have a treasure here called the Five Thunders Pot—a treasure of the Heavenly Court for sending down calamities.

I have used this treasure to achieve repeated extraordinary feats. What is inside the pot are the Five Great Cloud Thunders. If released, they can blanket the entire territory of Jingping Kingdom—every inch of land would erupt with ten thousand thunders.

If you use the Five Great Cloud Thunders in the pot to cultivate, combined with the Ancestral Dragon Eight Tones, you can refine away all your fat—only you will have to endure much suffering.