Chapter 1299 — A Funeral Held On the Spot
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 1 of 3
The ancient giant sat in the void of space; though he had no head, though he was missing an arm, though his body was a mass of wounds, he was still alive, still immeasurably powerful! So long as the Great Luotian of Divine Consciousness, anchored in the Ultimate Void, endured, he would never die!
His voice brimmed with coldness and mockery: "Heavenly Venerable Mu, do not forget what you promised me.
I have already done my part and blocked Heavenly Venerable Hao. The Taichu Primordial Stone — you should return it to me now! " "Return it!
And I will let you live!
" "Not return it!
Then today I shall hold your funeral! " Shen Mu felt a pang of guilt. Though he had imagined every manner of scene in which he faced the Emperor Venerable demanding the Taichu Primordial Stone, and had even devised every manner of countermeasure, now that he truly stood before this invincible overlord of the most ancient age, he still felt a little shaky inside.
"Emperor Venerable, our agreement was that you would block Heavenly Venerable Hao and keep him from descending upon the Great Void! Have you done it?
" Shen Mu raised his head, looked upon the Emperor Venerable's headless body, and said in a clear voice: "You have not done it! Heavenly Venerable Hao is at this very moment sitting safe and sound in the Great Void, holding court there, living very happily indeed! Since you have not fulfilled the agreement, how dare you come demanding the Taichu Primordial Stone?
" The Emperor Venerable said coldly: "I wounded Heavenly Venerable Hao grievously; his injuries will not heal in a hundred thousand years and more. As he is now he is a cripple, and his holding court in the Great Void is of no use to anyone. Whatever the outcome, your aim has been achieved. Hand over the Taichu Primordial Stone.
" Shen Mu sneered: "He was saved by another egg-born ancient god, Taisu. He has already restored nine of his heavenly palaces.
And you dare call him a cripple?
You have not kept your promise. . .
" "You may hold your funeral now. " The Emperor Venerable said indifferently: "Taisu's appearance was an accident.
What I promised you, I have done.
Yet you would go back on your word. To hold your funeral and take the primordial stone from your corpse would be ten thousand times easier than fighting Heavenly Venerable Hao! " With a swish, Shen Mu drew out Heavenly Venerable Ling's hairpin and laughed aloud: "Emperor Venerable, do not forget that Heavenly Venerable Ling's Immutability Art is the very bane of your powers! Do you mean to drag me down with you? " "Drag you down with me?
Hahaha, Heavenly Venerable Mu, you think far too highly of yourself — and far too highly of Heavenly Venerable Ling. " The voice came from the Emperor Venerable's chest cavity, unhurried: "In that pitifully narrow vision of yours, you most likely believe that Heavenly Venerable Ling's art has me pinned down utterly, and that having learned her art, you can haggle with me.
You most likely believe that with a mere ancient god's egg to back you, you can chat and laugh with me as an equal.
You are wrong.
" That peerless giant rose to his feet, his palm bearing Shen Mu, bearing the egg of Taishi and the bodies of the Empress Sisters, and the funeral procession besides, and walked through the vast reaches of space. "You are utterly wrong. " "And not only you — Heavenly Venerable Yun was wrong, and Heavenly Venerable Ling was wrong. " His strides were immense; he walked faster than the stars in their courses by countless times, and the space beneath his feet crumbled and dissolved without cease: "Where are the heroes of old? All are bubbles and shadows in a dream.
Heavenly Venerable Yun is dead; Heavenly Venerable Ling is trapped by her own art; and as for the Celestial Emperor Taichu — did I not take his very body from him?
His reincarnated self dares do nothing but pull in his head like a coward.