Above the Great Dao-Chapter 1532 - 711: Bamboo Grove Sword Array
Fan Xiao examined Xi Muran's corpse, frowning deeply.
Xi Muran had no external injuries, and it was unclear where the attack originated.
He seemed to have been crushed by an invisible giant, squeezing out all the moisture from his body.
But this attack did not come from the outside; rather, it came from within. Xi Muran's own power compressed him in different directions, squeezing all the blood and moisture from his heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys dry, while also draining every drop from his bones, muscles, blood vessels, and even his brain!
Xi Muran had already dried out.
Completely dried out.
When he fell into the sea earlier, his body did not absorb even a single drop of water, and when Fan Xiao fished him out, he was still exceedingly dry.
However, his primordial spirit was in a different state of destruction.
Fan Xiao looked around; the air was filled with fragments of Xi Muran's primordial spirit, shattered into countless pieces.
These fragmented primordial spirits were all the same size, fine as silk threads, silently floating in the air, motionless.
They were evenly dispersed, not too close nor too distant from each other, as if they were precisely measured, embedded in space.
Xi Muran's primordial spirit fragments presented an explosive shattering outward and expanding, finally stopping.
From a distance, they formed an overwhelmingly large three-dimensional primordial spirit made of countless fine, thread-like fragments!
This primordial spirit was lifelike, as if still living.
Fan Xiao stood at a distance, observing Xi Muran's primordial spirit, noting the terror frozen on his face, aware of impending death yet unaware of the attack's origin. This fear of the unknown was deeply imprinted in his eyes.
Fan Xiao saw this expression and felt his own Dao Heart profoundly pained.
Fan Xiao was the senior brother. The Immortal Emperor Supreme would sometimes teach disciples on a whim with a skill or two, but as a Supreme, he was often too busy to provide deliberate guidance. Many of his disciples learned through Fan Xiao instead.
Fan Xiao held both the position of senior brother and a semi-mentor role to these junior brothers and sisters.
He particularly admired Xi Muran, having a deep friendship with this junior brother. Therefore, when King Li made a move against Xi Muran the last time, he intervened, deterring King Li.
Xi Muran came to him, seeking advice on how to deal with Chen Shi, and Fan Xiao imparted all he knew, sparing no effort in understanding the Hongmeng's division move, even lending the Fu Xi Zither magical treasure to Xi Muran.
Xi Muran attempted to escape Chen Shi's pursuit, and Fan Xiao even strategized, going so far as risking himself to set a trap to ambush Chen Shi.
Yet in the end, Chen Shi proved superior, using an unknown divine communication skill right before Fan Xiao's eyes to kill Xi Muran!
The fragments of Xi Muran's primordial spirit were displayed by Chen Shi in the sky, conspicuously offensive.
Xi Muran's primordial spirit fragments glimmered brilliantly, slowly dissolving into pure Spiritual Power, dissipating into the world.
With Xi Muran's body in tow, Fan Xiao silently walked towards Swan Bay, adorned by the beautiful rosy clouds.
"Heavenly King Chen, if I don't slay you, I vow not to become a Daluo!"
He felt a surge in his Dao Heart, sensing he was incredibly close to achieving the Daluo Golden Immortal level, only missing an opportunity for completion. This stirring in his Dao Heart led him to vow: unless Chen Shi is vanquished, his Dao Heart would remain incomplete!
The moment Chen Shi meets his end will be when Fan Xiao's Dao Heart is fulfilled, marking his proving as a Daluo.
On Golden Turtle Island, Chen Shi changed his clothes, adorned a Golden Crown, and tidily dressed, inquiring Little Dun about experiences in the Heavenly Immortal Realm.
"Regarding the Nine Emperors reincarnation, Godmother hasn't said much, only allowing them to reincarnate in the Heavenly Pond Country. Though the Nine Emperors were somewhat unwilling, grumbling that Godmother was a thief, tricking the Great Shang," said Little Dun Fairy.
Chen Shi knew little about the Battle of Fashang and curiously asked, "During the Battle of Fashang, did Godmother and Fu Xi, Nuwa, Yellow Emperor, Flame Emperor, and other divine beings intervene?"
Little Dun shook her head: "Probably not. At that time, the Great Shang was oppressive, likely making those divine beings turn a blind eye."
Chen Shi, mindful of her feelings, didn't pursue further, instead asking, "Is Zhong Erniu content in the Heavenly Immortal Realm? Has he considered leaving the Heavenly Immortal Realm and returning to the Western Heaven?"
Little Dun Fairy feigned anger: "You care more about him than me!"
Chen Shi laughed: "Erniu is of great significance, it must not falter. So, extra attention is warranted."
Little Dun's anger was but an act for marital warmth, not genuine anger, "The Heavenly Immortal Realm has vast territories and many Holy Lands. Zhong Wuwang now resides in Heavenly Flow Residence, which is sourced from Dragon Du Dao Spring, producing Dragon Du Immortal Spirit Qi. This Holy Land is capable of challenging the Daluo Golden Immortal status. He is so pleased there, he doesn't want to leave."
Chen Shi breathed a sigh of relief.
Little Dun continued, "On my recent trip back home, I saw him, and he spoke of the Western Heaven, expressing a longing for his mentor."
Chen Shi's heart tightened; Zhong Wuwang had deep feelings for the Old Monk Yun Cheng and might leave the Heavenly Immortal Realm out of longing.
When the Heavenly Immortal Realm was still the West Bull New Continent, Zhong Wuwang had little affection for it.
His childhood was fraught with adversity, sold by his father, embroiled in mutual scheming and slaughter with thousands of children, eventually being eliminated became a nominal disciple of Despair Slope. His master took him to Xinxiang County, where, before his very eyes, Chen Shi's brain was split open to extract the Innate Dao Embryo and transplant it into his own brain.
