Chapter 1290 — Whatever the Heart Wills Shall Come True
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 1 of 3
Shen Mu and Heavenly Venerable Hao fought their way into the great camp of the Heavenly Court, and in a moment the whole camp fell into chaos on every side, gods and generals scattering in flight, the commanders of the various camps at a loss, watching helplessly as Shen Mu unleashed his vast powers and smashed whole stretches of encampments to ruin. And Heavenly Venerable Hao was fleeing, fleeing toward the Azure Emperor, the White Emperor and their party.
The Azure Emperor, the White Emperor and the Celestial Masters and Heavenly Kings felt their heads swell as big as bushels, and the Fourth Celestial Master Zhu Shaoping sighed: "Where is Yin Tianzi?
" "How cunning is Yin Tianzi, even if he knows he will not come, he will only thrust this scalding burden upon us.
" Meng Yungui gritted his teeth: "My lords, Heavenly Venerable Hao is now rushing toward us, no matter what we must intervene.
" A chill went through each heart, and all nodded in silence.
Hao had plainly seen them, and so ran this way, and if they refused to rescue him their crime would be immense.
For Hao was, together with Heavenly Venerable Mu, the being who taught all living things the art of becoming gods, and who would dare openly to slay such beings?
If they watched him die without aid, they could not even pass the test of their duty to the Court.
All living beings under heaven would curse them, and beside a stench that would last ten thousand ages, death and the ruin of the Dao would be a small thing.
They were about to act when suddenly, with a thunderous boom, Heavenly Venerable Hao and Shen Mu vanished together.
Alarm seized them, and Meng Yungui woke at once and cried aloud: "Heavenly Venerable Mu has dragged Heavenly Venerable Hao into the Grand Void Youdu!
" None knew what to do, and the Northern Heavenly King Yiluo laughed: "Below should be not far from Yin Tianzi's garrison, now Yin Tianzi will have to act whether he wills it or not.
" In Youdu, Yin Tianzi had long since received the report and knew of Shen Mu hunting Hao, and his face turned ashen and he could neither sit nor stand. What troubled him was not that Shen Mu's strength had truly reached the point of slaying Hao, for he had heard of Hao's grievous wounds in battle with the Grand Emperor, only he had never thought Hao could be wounded so heavily.
The acknowledged foremost Heavenly Venerable of the Court, reduced to being hunted by Shen Mu and fleeing in panic.
He had little wish to rescue Hao, and for the same reason Meng Yungui and the others were unwilling to act, for Hao had this time been slain by Shen Mu up to the Ninth Heaven and down into the Nine Springs, how wretched, how miserable. If Hao lived on, he would surely purge all who knew of it, to preserve his image of brightness, greatness and justice.
The more one knew, the faster one died, a truth none understood better than Yin Tianzi.
After all, he had with his own eyes seen Hao shoot dead the Great Sun Star Lord. "Yet Shen Mu slaying Hao has now slain his way to the front of my Youdu camp, and if I do not rescue him.
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" Yin Tianzi gazed afar and saw Shen Mu pressing Hao with all but crushing force, every kind of divine art flying across the sky, while Hao strained to hold him off even as he fled toward the Youdu camp.
Yet he was plainly at the end of his oil and lamp, and could hardly hold out much longer.
Even as Hao fled for his life he was scattering the disordered cultivation within his body. Shen Mu held the upper hand, beating him from heaven to earth, from Youdu to the land of the Grand Void, from one battle line to another, and in that time Hao had already scattered twenty-six celestial palaces, and now only nine remained.
Yet still he could not suppress his wounds.
If he went on scattering them, sooner or later he would scatter all his cultivation and die at last by Shen Mu's hand.