Chapter 891 — Soul Transmigration to Another World

Fortunately, the ground of the World Within Flowers was exceedingly soft. Although Shen Mu's Great Celestial Force Field pressed upon his back like one Mount Sumeru after another, he did not suffer grave injuries.

Transmission formation patterns suddenly surfaced around him. With a swish, they rolled up his divine weapons and vanished.

Shen Mu dispersed the Great Celestial Force Field. His three heads looked in all directions, but Wei Suifeng never appeared.

Just then, Shen Mu suddenly felt his belly swell and bulge. His heart lurched. "Transmission divine arts again!"

His belly expanded outward at a terrifying rate, growing larger and larger. Astonishingly, divine weapons had appeared within his body—Wei Suifeng had actually transmitted divine weapons directly into his chest cavity!

"No wonder my Heavenly Saint Cult is called the Dark Demon Cult!"

Light flickered within Shen Mu's sacred treasury. Divine weapons appeared frantically, swelling his sacred treasury larger and larger!

His flesh was also expanding madly. Shen Mu desperately strengthened his body to prevent the suddenly appearing divine weapons from bursting it apart!

"The Three Cores of the Mystic Body, the Eight Tones of the Ancestral Dragon!"

Shen Mu bellowed. Vital essence surged through his flesh. One resonant dragon roar after another rang out, like the Ancestral Dragon coiling within primal chaos at the dawn of heaven and earth, opening its mouth to chant. The resounding dragon roars suppressed the divine weapons within his body and sacred treasury. One divine weapon after another actually cracked under the assault of the Ancestral Dragon's Eight Tones.

Amid the dragon roars, divine weapons burst apart one by one, shaken into the finest particles.

Shen Mu bellowed again. Within his sacred treasury, a great sun suddenly erupted. Rolling heat transformed his sacred treasury into the most terrifying, most scorching furnace in the world, refining those divine weapon fragments directly into molten iron.

Shen Mu pressed his palms together before his chest. The Eight Treasures Glazed Body of Indra, King of Heaven and Buddha, unfolded. The molten divine weapon fragments became steam, spraying from his pores. That divine metal steam was then condensed into Eight Treasures Glaze. The Eight Treasures revolved, forming behind his head a halo of Buddha-light composed entirely of metal.

Shen Mu soared into the air, reaching out to strike the sky. Deep within space, violent tremors erupted. A transmission light stream flashed past from the depths of space. Suddenly, a massive palm print appeared deep in space, meeting his fist.

Shen Mu shifted his body, pursuing that transmission light stream. His six arms rained down punches like a storm, madly bombarding deep space. From the border of the World Within Flowers all the way to the central heavens, countless fist imprints appeared in the sky, forming a single straight line!

Suddenly, all the fist imprints surged toward Shen Mu, transforming into one upright, majestic, awe-inspiring punch!

A Thousand Palms Return from the Celestial Peak Beyond Heaven!

As this punch blasted out, terrifying power reached directly through, tearing space apart. Dense fist imprints ceaselessly shattered space, shaking to powder the transmission runes surrounding Wei Suifeng, who was hiding within space.

Having unleashed this great divine art, Shen Mu immediately transformed his fist into a palm. One palm strike, and countless transmission runes erupted. The countless flying swords transformed from the sword core passed through the transmission divine arts, swishing into space.

The sword light vanished completely.

Shen Mu landed, gazing up at the sky. His six arms formed sword mudras, the mudras shifting ceaselessly, dazzling to the eye.

Swish—

The sky suddenly split open. A beam of light shot from the crack, striking the ground in a straight line. The light stream abruptly contracted, transforming into the figure of Wei Suifeng, covered in blood. He raised his hand. "Junior Brother, stop!"

A ceaseless ringing of zheng zheng zheng—countless flying swords descended, planting themselves all around him, transforming into a forest of swords covering over ten mu in all directions!

Every blade faced him. On the gleaming sword bodies, transmission runes surfaced one after another, shining upon him.

Wei Suifeng warily watched his surroundings. His vital essence suddenly transformed into mirrors upon mirrors, refracting the runes reflected by the flying swords. He laughed. "Junior Brother, you learn quickly."

Shen Mu beckoned. The sword forest soared skyward, clashing with ringing peals as it transformed into a sword core that landed in his hand. He said, "Senior Brother, you acknowledge me as your Junior Brother now?"

Though he had learned a trick from Wei Suifeng, transmission runes on sword bodies alone were insufficient to deal with him.

Wei Suifeng's vital essence mirrors refracted the transmission runes on the flying swords. If Shen Mu activated transmission divine arts to dismember Wei Suifeng into six pieces, Wei Suifeng could use those mirror surfaces to disrupt the transmission arts.

The transmission arts would detonate, he would remain unharmed, and Shen Mu's flying swords would be torn to powder by the transmission arts.

It was the first time Shen Mu had seen anyone refine the Great Yu Dark Demon Scripture to such a degree. In terms of divine art transformations, Wei Suifeng was the only one among all the divine art practitioners and gods and demons he had encountered who could rival Xu Shenghua.

When Xu Shenghua's horizons were still narrow, he had not even been Wei Suifeng's equal.

"Senior Brother, I have finally found you!"

Shen Mu laughed heartily, striding forward, and embraced him tightly, his heart surging with emotion. "I have been following in your footsteps all along, searching for the truth of history!"

Wei Suifeng was clearly somewhat unaccustomed to this. For all these years, he had explored the truth of history alone. Shen Mu's fervor left him at a loss.

He tried to break free but could not. He had no choice but to pat Shen Mu's back and say helplessly, "Junior Brother, you can let go now... Junior Brother, you really can let go now! Release me... What is the matter with this female corpse?"

Shen Mu finally released him and laughed. "This female corpse is the body of the Empress's younger sister. You left it for me."

Wei Suifeng shook his head. "You came to my era from twenty thousand years in the future, and you obtained this female corpse—how could it be I who left it for you? The one who left it for you is someone else."

Shen Mu was stunned. "But in the future, you will leave me a geographical map of the Great Abyss of Guixu, marking this place."

Hearing this, Wei Suifeng felt a sense of absurdity. Yet reality was just so, and he had no choice but to accept it.

"Junior Brother, it is possible that I marked a location, indicating there is something here. But the thing itself need not have been left by me."

He bent down, examining the peach-wood hairpin behind the Empress's younger sister's head. "This woman died beneath this hairpin. Could it be that the hairpin's owner left it for you? I have encountered many strange things..."

His palm exerted force, intending to pull out the hairpin. Shen Mu's heart jolted. He hurriedly cried, "Do not pull it out!"

But it was too late.

Wei Suifeng had already pulled out Ling Tianzun's hairpin. At that moment, a fog came from nowhere, sweeping him into its midst.

Shen Mu hastily reached into the fog to grab Wei Suifeng, but Wei Suifeng vanished along with the fog!

When Wei Suifeng came to his senses, he saw the Milky Way flowing through the fog. On the river's surface stood a woman in a leopard-skin skirt and straw sandals, holding a lantern.

"Why is it you?"