Chapter 1464 — The Blade Falls, Slaying the Netherworld Lord
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 3
In her former life she had been a Primeval God King; in this life she was a Heavenly Venerable, high in station and heavy with authority — it would not do for her to bow her head and admit fault.
Lord Hao said with a smile: "You say over and over that you are not a Creator, that you no longer have a race.
But Lord Mu set Kaihuang to kill you — have you thought of the reason behind it? " Lord Gong suppressed the wound of the Dao and said mildly: "He is afraid I will go to see the God King Langwo.
" Lord Hao smiled faintly: "And will you go to see the God King Langwo?
" Lord Gong was silent a moment, then raised her head and said resolutely: "I will!
This battle at Xuandu is the perfect moment for me to go to the God King Langwo! I hold boundless power now, and yet among the Ten Heavenly Venerables I have always been alone, without allies. So I need the Creators — I need the strength of the Creator race, and I need Langwo to aid me! And most of all, I now have the means to keep the Creators alive! " "And more important still: in your heart you still take yourself for a Creator — for the God King Gongyun!
" Lord Hao stripped her heart bare in a single sentence, and said coldly: "You have never forgotten the glory of the Creators.
You have never forgotten that you are one of the Three Primeval Kings. You have never once abandoned your race. If you cannot forget your hatred for the Grand Emperor and Taichu, then all the less can you forget that you are a Creator! And now you are gravely wounded — you can no longer go to see Langwo.
" Lord Gong said, her voice astringent: "I need an ally.
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. " "Wrong! " Lord Hao said coldly: "You need someone to whom you may swear fealty.
You need to submit! The you of before had room to haggle with me; the you of now no longer has that right! Come to me, bow to me, and I will heal your wounds, restore you to your peak, and send you to see the God King Langwo! " He stood before Lord Gong, held out his hand, and said in a tone that brooked no doubt: "If your Creator race is to live on in this universe, it can only be through me! Not through you, not through the God King Langwo, and least of all through Lord Mu!
I can return you to the glory of a God King; I can let you Creators reclaim the radiance of old! Kneel.
Bow to me.
Kiss the back of my hand, and I will pull you up out of your fall! " Lord Gong looked at the palm he held out, and again dimly saw that shadow behind him — and still could not make out its shape.
Her gaze dimmed.
On the Heavenly River, in the little boat, Shen Mu, Zaifu, Zhe Huali and Tian Shu roared with laughter, wild and unbridled, each of them holding a jar of wine, laughing until their eyeballs all but bulged out. "The Yin Son of Heaven!
" Tian Shu laughed until wine sprayed from his nostrils and his eyes, and gasped out: "This fellow founded the Nether Capital, and the Nether Capital is full of statues of Tubo — he even carved Tubo's face into a totem and painted it everywhere! " Shen Mu laughed until he could not breathe: "Every time he sees Di Yiyue he tucks his tail and runs, and still he swears up and down that he is not afraid of her! He has been a kept pretty-boy since the early years of Longhan! Even his Nether Capital's Heavenly Gate was finished for him by Di Yiyue.
The wretch fawned and flattered her shamelessly, and then on their wedding night he did her in — and stabbed her in the back, no less!
" "I hear he used his fair face to do in Lady Tianyin too! " Zaifu laughed until he could not breathe, and said in a voice like thunder: "Some even say he is a kept man of one of the palace ladies — surely not Consort Hao, Lord Hao himself?
" Zhe Huali shot two arrows of wine from his nostrils, laughing until he was beside himself: "Pig-sticker, didn't you see that sorry look on the Yin Son of Heaven? Look, look — his face has gone white again, and he is still pretending to watch the singing and dancing!