Chapter 1447 — May the Good Prosper
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
Yet Shen Mu smiled, gazing up at the sky. In the east the dark was giving way to white; the sun was about to rise. He murmured, "He will go.
He will surely go. . . The Netherworld Heavenly Venerate may have shut himself away in his rationality, may have grown cold believing he has seen through all things, but he will go.
His heart is still warm, still burning.
. . " Zaifu walked around to stand before him.
In the east the clouds were brightening, and a red sun rose slowly from the glow. "In those days I did not have your divine art of reversing life and death. Had I possessed it, I too would have defied Lord Tu, and I too would have revived my comrades.
" He looked straight at the rising sun and was silent a long while.
Then suddenly he chanted softly: "Frost falls on the southern hills, autumn's fruit; the wind sweeps the northern neighbor's night fires; the world's affairs hurry on. Who can question Heaven's will? I only wish the good may prosper. The Dao of the blade—it is the Dao of man. .
. Shen'er, you have rested long enough, have you not? Come, let us press on! " Shen Mu staggered to his feet and strove to keep pace with him, walking toward the light of the rising sun.
"Any acquired Dao is the Dao of man! " he said, his tone firm. Zaifu glanced back at him and smiled.