Chapter 1455 — Dancing Butterflies, Charmed by Fragrance; the Fragrance Speaks Not
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 3
Happily, the divine-treasury domain of Shen Mu held the Immutable Divine Ability, which could always restore them to the peak of their powers before the God-Slaying Platform could wrest away all their blood and qi.
And in the divine city far away, the alchemist tended Fang Ziyan's body with care, drawing the baleful aura out of her, and took her to one treasured place after another in the Ancestral Court to gather medicinal ingredients, meaning to refine spirit pills and wondrous medicines to cure her eye affliction.
With this handsome alchemist at her side, Fang Ziyan felt the days fly like an arrow; and when they returned with the herbs gathered, she saw that beside the Great Spirit-Energy Relocation Bridge were gathered Rain Masters, Water Gods, River Gods, and Dragon Kings from all the heavens, thousands upon thousands of deities working great waters to cool the Great Spirit-Energy Relocation Bridge. In these days the Daoist sects of the Heavenly Court had again shifted the bearings of the tower ships and great vessels that dragged the Heavenly Court along, and the Heavenly Court had migrated once more, its speed vastly increased.
One thought it would not be long before the Heavenly Court migrated wholly into the Ancestral Court; the Heavenly River would then change course again, restoring the grandeur of the Ancestral Court of the primeval age.
When the alchemist had finished refining the spirit pill and applied the medicine to Fang Ziyan, he said softly, "My lady need only rest a day or two and she will be wholly healed. This one has been away from Jingping for some while now, and must be going back.
" Fang Ziyan, loath to part with him, took his hand and said, "Though the court has conferred on me the title of lady, my late husband passed away long ago. If you, sir, would not disdain me—" Without any change in his countenance, the alchemist drew his hand free and said, "My lady, in my early years I incurred too many debts of romance; now I wish only to practice medicine wherever I wander, to make good the debts of those years.
My lady is kind, but I can hardly receive it.
" Fang Ziyan was left forlorn and bereft, and let him go far away.
Two days more passed, and the Dao wounds in Fang Ziyan's eyes had vanished utterly; she opened her eyes and looked about her in listless spirit, feeling that all the splendid rivers and mountains of the Ancestral Court had lost their color.
Then her gaze fell suddenly upon the God-Slaying Platform, and her fair face changed color: the baleful aura of that platform was now far less potent than before, its scale shrunk by nearly half!
"Wretched!
Willing was I, and heartless was he — I gave myself up to flowers and moonlight with that alchemist, and forgot the true business!
" Cold sweat sprang out upon her brow.
Far away she saw that the Saber Dao upon the God-Slaying Platform was like the vault of heaven, branded into the thirtieth layer of the void, clamped down layer upon layer, holding the two Blood-Bale God-Sabers fast within and striving to capture and refine them!
And though those two god-sabers could yet break open the Saber Dao's thirtieth heaven, they no longer possessed their former fearsome might, and could no longer threaten the five upon the platform.
The Saber Dao's thirtieth heaven was peerless in power; the five of them standing upon the platform, whenever they joined forces to execute the Combined Battle Art, unleashed a might that flooded the heavens, beating those two god-sabers so that they could not run wild. "If they are left to go on, I fear they will devour and refine those two god-sabers, and turn them into saber qi within their own bodies!
" Fang Ziyan rose straightaway on the wind and sped to the Great Spirit-Energy Relocation Bridge.
And upon the God-Slaying Platform, Shen Mu had already grasped the Great Dao contained in it thoroughly, and was remaking a God-Slaying Platform of his own.