Chapter 891 — Soul Transmigration to Another World

After this divine art passed, the cauldron returned to silence. Wei Suifeng let out a breath and said, "I do not wish to kill you—only to suppress and seal you. So long as you do not resist, you will not be harmed. Once I have finished investigating the Great Abyss of Guixu, I will release you..."

Crack.

Before him, the great cauldron suddenly split along a hairline fracture. Wei Suifeng's heart lurched. He watched as the various divine weapons composing the cauldron separated, floating in the air like stars.

Shen Mu stood among the divine weapons, having dismantled the connections between them, and was about to break free.

Suddenly, Wei Suifeng's divine weapons merged once more, transforming into chains that wove and interlaced, dancing before and behind him.

Rune marks surfaced on those chains, blazing with brilliant light. The runes imprinted themselves upon Shen Mu's skin, multiplying without cease.

"Transmission runes!"

Shen Mu's scalp went numb. His arms, legs, head, and chest—each bore countless transmission runes stamped upon them, forming six complete sets of transmission divine arts!

In other words, if the transmission arts detonated, he would be torn into six pieces!

It was the first time he had ever seen anyone use transmission divine arts in such a manner.

Before he could react, the runes surfacing on those chains had already completed the transmission arts.

"Wei Suifeng, you bastard..."

Shen Mu had barely gotten the words out when the transmission arts erupted. His head vanished in an instant, his legs and arms disappeared in succession, and then even his chest was transmitted away!

Wei Suifeng had actually used transmission divine arts to dismember him into six pieces!

"No matter who you are, those who block my path have but one road—death."

Wei Suifeng raised his hand. The chains disintegrated, transforming into divine weapons that gathered automatically behind him. He said indifferently, "I have already given you two chances."

He walked toward the female corpse on the ground and was about to bend down to examine it closely when suddenly a premonition struck him. He quickly straightened and looked around, only to see Shen Mu's limbs, head, and chest flying toward him from six different directions!

"He didn't die even like that?"

Wei Suifeng was profoundly shaken. Shen Mu's body and limbs converged in midair, piecing themselves together into a headless man. The body crouched, then suddenly erupted with power, sprinting forward. In a single stride he crossed over ten li—his headless flesh was so fearsome that it compressed the air across those ten li into a solid wall, then blasted that air-wall apart!

As he took that step, thunder roared behind him, leaving a vacuum corridor ten li long!

Wei Suifeng's eye twitched. With a sweep of his sleeve, the countless divine weapons behind him clashed with ringing peals, transforming into a bright mirror. It did not face Shen Mu's headless body—instead, it shone to the side.

Shen Mu's head was flying through the air toward his own body. Caught in the mirror's light, a thunderous boom rang out, and his head was blasted off to some unknown destination!

Wei Suifeng waved his hand, striking the back of the mirror. The mirror flew to meet the onrushing headless body of Shen Mu, its light shining forward—and astonishingly, it projected the phantom image of a towering building.

When Shen Mu's headless body charged into that place, the mirror suddenly disintegrated, merging with the phantom building. The building turned from illusion to reality, crashing to the ground with a thunderous boom.

The impact force of Shen Mu's body dragged this building scraping and sliding across the ground, trailing electric light and sparks that splashed in all directions.

The building came to rest directly before Wei Suifeng. From within came thunderous crashes—clearly Shen Mu's headless body was trying to break out.

Wei Suifeng circled the building at flying speed, his palms transforming through a thousand variations, pressing seals onto the base of the tower one after another.

"Eight Extremes Determine Life and Death!"

His figure rose to the second floor, moving like a dragon in flight, directing various divine arts into the building's interior.

"Seven Stars Pacify Heaven!"

His figure reached the third floor: "Six Harmonies Collapse!"

"Five Elements Reversal!"

"Four Phases Turn Against Each Other!"

...

He cast spells all the way to the top floor, activating every killing formation within the building.

Wei Suifeng landed, spread his hands, and made a virtual embrace. The eight-storied tower trembled, killing formations surging skyward within, the crisp clashes of metal and stone ringing without cease!

After a moment, fresh blood flowed from within the tower, dyeing the ground red.

Wei Suifeng raised his hand. The eight-storied tower shrank smaller and smaller, landing in his palm.

"Truly a troublesome fellow. A pity his cultivation is somewhat low—he had not yet attained godhood."

He tossed the eight-storied divine tower into the air. The tower disintegrated, some shattered bones falling from within, while the tower itself separated into divine weapons that floated behind him.

Suddenly, Wei Suifeng's pupils constricted sharply. He saw Shen Mu striding toward him.

Moments ago, he had clearly refined Shen Mu's headless body to death within the tower. Where had this Shen Mu come from?

He looked down at the shattered bones on the ground. Shen Mu had indeed been refined to death by him—yet what was the meaning of this Shen Mu walking toward him?

"Could it be the Chapter of Creation from the Great Yu Dark Demon Scripture?"

Wei Suifeng was astonished. He shook his head. "The Art of Creation could not possibly cause your head to grow a new body. Even I have not comprehended such unfathomable creation arts."

"When Master Woodcutter taught you the Art of Creation, he himself did not know the Art of Creation of the Chiming Era—so of course he could not pass it to you."

Shen Mu raised his palm. The sword core appeared, spinning ceaselessly, disintegrating even as it spun, transforming into flying swords one after another. He shook his head. "Master Woodcutter played favorites. He taught Third Junior Brother for two years, and taught you, Senior Brother, for even longer—yet he never once taught me personally. Fortunately, I found something better."

Wei Suifeng swept his sleeve, and the divine weapons behind him began assembling again. But at that moment, Shen Mu raised his palm and pressed forward in a virtual push!

Wei Suifeng immediately saw behind Shen Mu the manifestation of a celestial panorama—the stars of the firmament transforming into a vast river of stars. Countless stars glittered, primordial magnetic divine light erupted, forming a massive primordial magnetic force field between the stars!

This primordial magnetic force field was even more powerful than the Great Celestial Force Field of the Great Yu Dark Demon Scripture!

Boom—

An indescribably terrifying pressure descended abruptly, crushing his divine weapons to the ground. The earth sank crazily. The pressure on Wei Suifeng's body multiplied countless times in an instant. His body trembled violently, and he could scarcely stand.

"Senior Brother, your strength is indeed formidable. You walk the path of divine arts entering the Dao, do you not?"

Shen Mu's neck shook, and two more heads grew out. Arms sprouted from his ribs, row upon row of arms rising. He laughed. "However, I come from twenty thousand years in the future. Your divine arts are already outdated."

Boom boom boom—

Layer upon layer of the Great Celestial Force Field pressed down. Wei Suifeng could no longer hold on. His entire body was crushed flat against the ground, unable even to lift his head!