Chapter 1574 — Only After the Calamity Is There Life to Spare
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
The God King Langwo was taken aback, then bowed deeply to him: "Thank you, Daoist brother, for your guidance."
When the woman raised her head, Kaihuang had already vanished.
The God King Langwo pondered a moment, then turned and returned to the Other Shore Void; her consciousness rose and merged with the Ancestral Spirit Realm.
"Ancestral spirits of the Creators, the time has come once more for the race of Creators to choose between life and death; therefore I have woken you."
Her consciousness, vast and boundless, rippled through the Ancestral Spirit Realm as she questioned the ancestral spirits of the Creators who had made the Other Shore Void: "Only by entering the world of your own accord to meet the calamity is there life to spare. Shall the Creators enter the world as a whole race and take part in this great calamity of contending for the orthodox line of heaven and earth?"
In the Ancestral Spirit Realm, one great spirit after another woke from slumber, their consciousnesses touching one another, and in the space of a few short breaths they had grasped everything the God King Langwo knew.
"Too perilous."
An ancient spirit's consciousness rippled: "God King, you are wagering the lives of our race of Creators on an impossible future. Our race of Creators holds fast to our treasured land, which none can breach; it is not fitting that we take part in this calamity of the Heavenly Lords' strife."
Other ancient spirits stirred their consciousness as well: "God King, as the sole remaining God King of the race of Creators, you are answerable to all your people. You must not stake your people's lives on a shadowy, insubstantial future."
The God King Langwo frowned.
"We must go."
Suddenly a mad voice rang out, harsh: "We must go. To stay here is to be duckweed drifting without roots; only the world outside is the domain where we Creators can gallop free."
Many ancient spirits looked over and could not help frowning. The speaker was that ancestral spirit who had always been raving mad, Luo Xiao.