Chapter 1249 — Blood Stains That Lonely City
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 1 of 3
Hu Mengdie and the rest stood in a ring, treading ever onward, one eye on each other and one on whatever foe might come, and so they made their way toward the end of this uncanny world. That was the place where the rainbow light erupted, the very source of the rainbow light, and from it Shen Mu after Shen Mu came flying, flinging down their corpses into this world.
Powerful as their arts were, the sight of it numbed their scalps; they could not guess what had happened here, nor what this Mu Heavenly Master was about.
And those Shen Mus who hauled the corpses seemed to look straight through them, letting them pass freely through that world.
Hu Mengdie tried cutting down a few of the Shen Mus, and saw them wither to dry bones the moment they died.
"That is not his true body.
" At last they came to the end of the world, and found there a gateway, through which Shen Mu after Shen Mu passed in and out without cease, hauling corpses through from beyond the door.
The group exchanged glances, and stepped into the gateway.
Hu Mengdie's heart lurched: they had arrived at the entrance to another world, and as far as the eye could see there were towers and pavilions, walled towns and great cities, and hundreds of millions of people living there, jostling and clamorous.
They came before one of the cities, and saw with horror that every soul dwelling within it was Shen Mu. All at once every Shen Mu turned its head to look at them, its gaze strange and wrong.
Their scalps crawling, they steeled themselves and walked on beneath the eyes of countless Shen Mus.
Just then a divine being's face turned ghastly, its features contorting as though two faces shuddered violently against each other, and in a moment it had become the face of Shen Mu.
Without a word Hu Mengdie struck the divine general dead and cried sharply, "Go, quickly!
" The other divine beings scrambled after her, leaping up and flying toward the distant end of that world, while below them countless Shen Mus rose into the air and came at them.
Hu Mengdie and the others fended them off at furious speed and broke through the encirclement; overhead, streaks of rainbow light flashed past with a droning hum.
Then another divine being's features shifted and became Shen Mu, and dealt them a murderous blow.
Hu Mengdie and her companions were wounded by this powerhouse of the Lingxiao realm, but at last they killed him and fled that mad world.
They came into a third world, hearts still pounding, only to see that from the sky above, figures were tumbling down without cease, dancing and flailing as they fell.
Hu Mengdie looked up, and beyond the heavens she saw a black whirlwind, and those dropping out of the sky were corpse-wraiths, one after another.
Those corpse-wraiths were the black sand of souls left when a spirit shatters, born of gathered malice and resentment.
Yet by some strangeness these corpse-wraiths tumbled into this world for no reason anyone could name, and as they fell their features writhed violently, countless faces struggling beneath the skin. Crack.
Crack. Crack.
One after another the corpse-wraiths smashed down hard upon the ground before them, and struggled up, only to swiftly grow blood and flesh and take on living bodies.
They raised their heads, and their faces had already become the face of Shen Mu, staring at them with strange eyes.
The black sand of souls within them too underwent a strange change, becoming whole sets of three souls and seven spirits, gaining primordial spirits, though every soul and spirit wore the likeness of Shen Mu.
That world was as terrible as a nightmare; Hu Mengdie and the others cried out and flew madly forward, trying to escape it. More divine beings were assimilated by that bizarre world and turned their hands on them.