Chapter 1290 — Whatever the Heart Wills Shall Come True

Yet that would be to cast himself down from the realm of the Heavenly Court, to beat himself back to the Imperial Throne realm.

And even if he abolished his cultivation, his wounds would remain, and he might not have the strength to rid himself of Shen Mu.

He would not submit, he was unwilling.

But he had no choice. He readied himself to gather his final strength to deal Shen Mu a mortal blow.

Then he heard footsteps, which should have been Shen Mu's footsteps.

Yet what puzzled him was that another's footsteps came from behind him.

Shen Mu's footsteps halted at some distance, plainly in great dread of the one behind him.

He heard a most pleasing woman's voice speaking softly at his ear: "Heavenly Venerable Hao, do you wish your wounds healed?

" Hao's mind was dim and his throat full of blood, he could only blow bubbles through the gore and make choking sounds.

He could not speak.

"If you but say you wish it, the wounds upon you shall heal.

" That woman's voice was most lovely, as if bearing a natural enchantment, and it said lightly: "If you but wish it, your ruined celestial palaces may be restored.

If you but wish it, your cultivation may return.

" That voice seemed to come from a dream, gentle and far away, as if sounding from the heart: "If you but wish it, your Dao wounds may heal.

If you but wish it, you may overpower all heroes, rid yourself of the Heavenly Duke and Tubo, rid yourself of every hindrance, and become the Heavenly Emperor.

Do you wish it?

" Hao strained to spit the blood from his mouth, and at last could speak, his voice hoarse: "I do--"