Chapter 1485 — Who Can Match His Peerless Divine Soul
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
His mother had long since died; she had no warmth whatsoever.
He dreamed of resurrecting his mother, and had never been able to accomplish it. Yet within Palace Heavenly Venerable's illusion, he felt that his mother had come back to life, that he had returned to those sweet and tender years of old.
He could feel the warmth of his mother's palm.
In that moment, he was incomparably happy. BOOM — The dragon-vein divine whip bit into his body, swung him savagely, slammed him down, smashing through star after star of Xuandu!
Palace Heavenly Venerable flew toward him, the horn sounding long and loud.
Her primordial spirit stood at the tip of the horn-shaped heavenly court, wielding divine powers — great divine ability after great divine ability crashed down upon You Heavenly Venerable's body in succession.
Beneath her attacks, You Heavenly Venerable's flesh and blood flew apart, his body left in utter ruin — yet a smile appeared on his face. In all of history, every single person who had died at Palace Heavenly Venerable's hands had, without exception, died with a smile on their face!
Palace Heavenly Venerable let out a long cry, battering his body nearly to destruction.
You Heavenly Venerable's flesh and blood burst apart, exposing bone, exposing his heart! And within the illusion, You Heavenly Venerable seemed to have returned to his youth — a boy of ten or so, nestled in his mother's embrace, savoring a moment of tranquility.
Palace Heavenly Venerable shook her divine whip, flinging him away, and then the whip's dragon head crunched down upon his exposed heart!
Within the illusion, You Heavenly Venerable raised his head and looked upon his mother's face — a face that could never be erased — weak, yet serene.
Two streams of tears slid down from either side of his cheeks.
"Mother, I remember this scene.
I remember the morning of this day.
" You Heavenly Venerable remembered this day, of course.
On the morning of this day, his mother had washed his worn-out clothes as usual, then sat in the sun before the thatched hut mending and patching, while in the pot a meal had already been cooked.
She was always like this. And on this day, having done all these things as she always did, she collapsed.
In her final moments, she touched the boy's face and said to him: "I am leaving — what will become of you.
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" Yet she let go and departed all the same. You Heavenly Venerable could never forget the sunlight of that morning, could never forget what his mother said to him before she left.
He had become You Heavenly Venerable, had bridged the gap between mortals and Youdu, all for the sake of seeing his mother once more.
In his mother's embrace, You Heavenly Venerable, returned to his boyhood, gazed quietly at his mother's face, and raised his hand to place the ghost-face mask upon the back of his head. He put it on slowly.
The moment the mask settled into place, his ruined, aged body unexpectedly burst forth with wave upon wave of terrifying divine light, repairing his body!
Palace Heavenly Venerable was startled. She hurriedly intensified her assault, yet endless, inexhaustible divine power erupted from this body that was transforming from aged to youthful!
She saw a primordial spirit of incomparable grandeur — the most powerful primordial spirit she had ever seen in all her life!
Within the illusion, the boyhood You Heavenly Venerable, wearing the ghost-face mask his mother had bought him, held his mother's form in his arms.
"Mother, I must go do my own things now.
" He released his mother's form and raised his head, and the illusion began to crumble.
"Mother, you need not worry about me anymore.
I have friends of my own now. " To his mother, who was gradually fading away, he said: "I must go fulfill a friend's entrustment!
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