Chapter 1575 — The Other Shore Overthrown
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 4
" Her voice rose in the mind of every Creator: "Here there is no future, only heavens and earth conjured by illusory consciousness. The Other Shore Void is fair, but if the enemy comes, they will pen us in here and leave us no chance of escape!
" "Come with me! " "The world beyond is vaster!
" The Ancestral Spirit Realm was enraged. The divine consciousness that composed the Ancestral Spirit Realm pressed down from above, suppressing Langwan's divine consciousness so that she could no longer persuade the Creators. Langwan still surged her divine consciousness, telling everyone her thoughts: "There may be fierce competition there, there may even be death, but we will learn, we will advance, we will keep pace with the times!
" "Come with me, for the future of our race, for our descendants!
Follow me!
" The Ancestral Spirit Realm suddenly transformed into an enormous eye — that was the foundation from which the Ancestral Spirit Realm had been forged, a Primordial Stone! The divine consciousness of the many ancestral spirits pressed down through the Primordial Stone, strengthened no less than tenfold.
Langwan's divine consciousness was immediately suppressed, and she could no longer communicate with the Creators. Langwan's face remained calm. She stood quietly in the void, gazing at her people in the various heavens.
Whether the Zili tribe, the Silkworm Maiden tribe, or the tribes of Zhuqiu, Dongming, Yanlong, Xiatai and the rest — not a single Creator stepped forward, not one spoke up to say they would follow her.
Langwan's lips moved.
She did not use her divine consciousness but spoke aloud, in a low voice close to pleading: "Come with me. Do not stay here any longer.
" Her emotions suddenly broke free; tears would not stop.
She cried out loudly, "Come with me! If we stay here, the Creators will be annihilated!
Follow me—" Still no one answered her. Langwan looked at them in near despair.
Everyone avoided her gaze. They were too dependent on the ancestral spirits.
It was the ancestral spirits who had sacrificed themselves to create this Other Shore Void, the ancestral spirits who had built the Ancestral Spirit Realm and sheltered them for a million years.
When they struggled against Carefree Land, it was the ancestral spirits who had helped Langwan hold off Kaihuang.
Langwan's title of Divine King had also been conferred by the ancestral spirits; they could raise her as Divine King, and they could raise another. On the surface, it was Langwan who held the greatest power, but in truth the power over the Other Shore Void had always belonged to the ancestral spirits of the Ancestral Spirit Realm.
The ancestral spirits could confer the title of Divine King, and they could confer the title of Holy Infant.
Langwan staggered through one heaven after another, her hopeful gaze falling on one kinsman after another. Yet still no one answered her, no one stepped forward to say, I will follow you. Even those who had always respected her most did not dare meet her eyes now.
For the sake of the Creator race, Langwan had cast aside all her emotions.
Yet now the feelings within her erupted all at once, overwhelming her, making her feel that everything she had done was in vain. Her heart nearly lost all its drive; her arts, her cultivation, nearly collapsed and dissolved!
"I will follow you.
" Suddenly a voice broke the silence. Joy leapt in Langwan's heart. Following the voice, she saw Xiuzhong step forward.
He said gravely, "I will follow you.
Langwan, though you are younger than I, your wisdom over these many years has won my wholehearted admiration.
I trust your judgment. " He turned and called out loudly, "My people, who will come with me? " He did not use his divine consciousness, but his voice was loud and powerful, carrying through all the heavens.
One after another, Creators of his own tribe stepped forward and silently came to his side.