Chapter 384 — The Blind Man's Divine Spear
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Lord Dragon-Rearer had not yet had time to catch his breath when another enormous dragon spear suddenly began spinning down from the Yong River above. He dodged aside, only for another dragon spear to emerge from the river in midair and stab toward him. His body flashed again and again as he moved westward along the riverbed, his steps crossing and uncrossing as he avoided one strike after another.
Whenever those immense dragon spears missed, their power was instantly withdrawn. Not a trace of force leaked away. Instead, every thrust landed precisely upon a vital node in the dragon vein, pinning the power of the Yong River's dragon vein in place. "An expert in the Daoist arts.
" Lord Dragon-Rearer was secretly astonished.
Every one of the Blind Elder's great spear thrusts struck the crucial nodes of the Yong River's dragon vein, preventing him from activating its power or altering its course. Without his magic power to support it, the Yong River in the sky began to descend. It had been lifted very high, however, and some time would pass before it fell back into the riverbed.
"His control over the Daoist arts is so subtle that he is no worse than that taciturn Tiangong.
" Sweat broke out on Lord Dragon-Rearer's brow.
The dragon spears stabbing down from above grew denser and denser, until he gradually found himself unable to evade them all.
He was forced to fight back, and wounds began appearing all over his body. Meanwhile, the number of dragon-vein nodes sealed by the Blind Elder continued to grow. His horned dragons were scattered throughout the upper and lower reaches of the Yong River, far from him.
There was no time to summon them back and borrow their strength by letting them merge with his body.
As for the Dragon King God, he had already sent it ahead. His battle with the Silent Artisan had been a clash between two evenly matched powers.
Both had fought with everything they possessed, seeking to destroy the other.
Lord Dragon-Rearer had suffered grievous damage to his vitality, and was later driven away by Emperor Yanfeng's cannon blast. His vitality had yet to recover fully. On top of that, changing the course of the Yong River consumed a great deal of magic power, and the Blind Elder had seized the initiative.
Thus he suffered defeat after defeat, wounded again and again. Upon the Yong River suspended in the sky, the Blind Elder raced across the surface atop a water dragon, bamboo staff in hand. Behind him, the waters churned and rose into the immense phantom of a colossal Black Tortoise deity, already refined until it was nearly solid.
The Black Tortoise deity took the form of an old man with a tortoise shell, a winged serpent coiled around his body. Its wings beat as though it were about to take flight. Shen Mu found the sight strangely familiar. This Black Tortoise deity was the Blind Elder's primordial spirit, somewhat resembling the stone image of the Black Tortoise deity in Hidden Village, though its features were slightly different.
When Shen Mu had been a mischievous child, he had relieved himself all over the village's four stone statues. The Black Tortoise statue had not been spared.
The Blind Elder sped across the river's surface, his bamboo staff stabbing down again and again, striking the water and engaging Lord Dragon-Rearer across the distance. This was the first time Shen Mu had witnessed the Blind Elder unleash his full strength. In the past, when Shen Feiyue had entered the Ruins from the Yong River, the Blind Elder had once touched the river's surface with his staff and made the Yong River leap several times in succession. But Shen Feiyue had only been an expert of the Seven Stars Realm then.
The Blind Elder had merely been frightening him and had not used his full strength. Now, however, the Blind Elder was fighting at full power, clashing with Lord Dragon-Rearer across the river.