Chapter 1106 — The Recluse of Dragon Mountain
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 1 of 3
Shang Pingyin looked at Dragon Qilin, and the blow struck him all the harder; he rose to his feet with a bitter smile, his hair white as snow, his voice worn thin with years: "May I ask, sir, your honorable name? " At once the Nether Lord pricked up his ears, ready to note down Dragon Qilin's true name and bow him to death.
Dragon Qilin laughed: "I dwell deep in the mountains, contemplating the myriad forms of heaven and earth, comprehending every art of number and divination, and I style myself the Dragon Mountain Wanderer.
" "The Dragon Mountain Wanderer? I am much obliged for the instruction!
" Shang Pingyin bowed low to him, then rose and went staggering away; his voice, like weeping and like lament, came drifting back from afar: "You are still young — you are still young!
The foremost Heavenly Master under heaven — that name is yours. . .
" Dragon Qilin could hardly hide his smugness, and thought: "In ancient times I too have made my name. Hmm, it seems I cannot leave it behind. If I give my true name, that wretch the Nether Lord will surely make me die a death too hideous to look upon. And yet the name Dragon Mountain Wanderer rings out splendidly enough!
" He was full of ambition, and his only regret was that in human form he had no tail to wag, to show himself off.
That was the sole regret.
Shen Mu had guided him to rout the armies of the Heavenly Court, and his divine consciousness was so gravely depleted that he fell unconscious once more.
The Dark Turtle Heavenly Palace, meanwhile, settled into calm. Crown Prince Youming did not put away the Azure Sky Canopy of Colored Glass, but still let that treasure guard the heavenly palace; as for himself, he hurried east and west, healing the wounded and burying the clansmen who had fallen in battle, busy without pause. Dragon Qilin, Yan'er, the Nether Lord and the others he settled in Jade Capital City to lodge for the time, treating them as honored guests and entertaining them warmly.
Several days passed. When Crown Prince Youming had finished his work, the Nether Lord's injuries had improved greatly as well, and God King Gong Yun had at last calmed the chaos of her divine consciousness, gaining ever nimbler control over this new body.
She kept her word, too: once her consciousness was settled, she at once helped Shen Mu heal the damage to his. "In your battle with Dahong, Dahong's supreme divine consciousness wounded you grievously — not because your divine-consciousness art is inferior to his, but because your cultivation in divine consciousness is inferior to his. " As God King Gong Yun healed him, she observed Shen Mu's divine consciousness, and could not help being shaken.
Puzzled, she said: "One who possesses such attainment in divine consciousness cannot be an innate living being; it can only be a Creator. Venerable Mu, your origins make me curious.
" Under her care Shen Mu woke, his complexion much improved, and said with a smile: "I too am half a Creator. " God King Gong Yun's eyes flickered: "Under all heaven the Creators have been exterminated; only one branch fled into the void and made for themselves another heaven and earth.
The Grand Emperor is dead, and I am dead; having no fleshly body, he and I are no longer Creators. In this universe, I fear you are the only half a Creator. Your origins are truly strange — can you not tell me of them in detail?
" Shen Mu did not answer directly: "One day in the future I shall ascend from the Origin Realm to the Heavenly Court, and there we shall meet again. Then the God King will understand everything.