Chapter 1057 — Two Thieves and One Constable Cross Blades
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 3 of 4
The Fire Celestial Venerable withdrew his palm and said indifferently, "You are still thinking of the reformation. You are as stubborn and unteachable as the Shen Celestial Venerable. Celestial Venerable Mu, the age of the Ten Celestial Venerables has come. The rotten ancient gods will in the end be buried in the tombs of history, and the age that belongs to obstinate men like you will never come."
Shen Mu clenched his fist and said loudly, "Where is the Southern Emperor's corpse?"
The Fire Celestial Venerable turned away. The wheel of flame behind his head madly drank in the rosy radiance of the Great Way, and the Southern Pole Forbidden Zone shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"It is the ancient gods who are the source of all the world's turmoil and upheaval. The Kaihuang Emperor borrowed the strength of the ancient gods and plotted rebellion, and so came the Kaihuang Tribulation. The Shanghuang Emperor had the support of the Earth Mother Primordial Sovereign, who propped up the Northern Emperor: three hundred thousand years of war and slaughter, the people unable to live. And in the Chiming Era and the Longhan Era, it was the ancient gods behind the scenes, stirring up wind and waves!"
The Fire Celestial Venerable turned his head and said coldly, "And in your Jingping Era, were there no ancient gods behind the scenes churning up clouds and rain? Celestial Venerable Mu, if you still care this much about the Southern Emperor, then you make an enemy of me!"
The Southern Pole Forbidden Zone was shrinking madly, smaller and smaller; the rosy radiance of the Great Way along its outer edges gradually vanished, and even the Ninth Heaven of Dao Fire was thinning, layer by layer.
Shen Mu took out brush and ink and swiftly wrote out a letter of severance. He flicked his sleeve, and the letter flew toward the Fire Celestial Venerable. "Since you think I am making an enemy of you," he said indifferently, "then sign your name upon this letter of severance. I have already signed mine. Write yours, and from this day on, you and I have nothing to do with each other!"
The Fire Celestial Venerable pinched up the brush, and with three swift strokes wrote his own name upon the letter of severance.
The letter flew back into Shen Mu's hand.
Shen Mu took the letter, looked carefully at the Fire Celestial Venerable's signature, tucked it into his breast, and said loudly, "Where is the Southern Emperor's corpse?"
The Fire Celestial Venerable sat down and said indifferently, "Celestial Venerable Mu, you may leave. You are nothing but another running dog raised by the ancient gods. Do not force me to kill you. If I make a move, I will not fight you at the same cultivation stage. I will beat you to death with my own hands."
Shen Mu took out a mirror and shone it at the Hall of Wafting Incense in the sky, and said, "Fire Celestial Venerable, I ask that you give me some relic of the Southern Emperor. She and I were acquainted, after all."
The Fire Celestial Venerable did not stir, and his voice came to them: "The Southern Emperor's mortal body has already been refined by me. I will never give her, or any ancient god, a chance at rebirth!"
"Young Master..." Yan'er said, her voice trembling.
"Let us go."
Shen Mu took Yan'er's hand and walked out. The Southern Pole Forbidden Zone was already collapsing without cease, the rosy radiance of the Great Way pouring swiftly into the Fire Celestial Venerable's body; before long, he would drain dry all the energy that had given birth to the Southern Emperor.
The Ninth Heaven of Dao Fire was collapsing; the power of the Dao Fire too was steadily ebbing, like a tide rushing toward the core of the forbidden zone.
In the end, every ray of the Great Way's rosy radiance here would become the Fire Celestial Venerable's cultivation, and even the Southern Emperor Vermilion Bird's own cultivation would become a part of his.
The Fire Celestial Venerable's power would be greatly enhanced!