Chapter 1612 — Harder Than Scaling the Heavens
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 4
Yet his confidence was once again worn away to nothing.
Shen Mu grew gaunt and haggard, his eye sockets sunken deep, his face grown much thinner, his eyes hollow and empty, murmuring to himself, muttering words that none could make out.
He crouched beside the red rope's knot, the vertical eye at his brow flickering with an eerie light, staring at the sixth red rope. His right hand reached forward, trembling, as though he meant to pull that red rope open.
"Too hard, too hard. It is simply impossible to learn, impossible to comprehend..."
He muttered and mumbled, then said in a low voice, "Heh heh, I need only pull like this, and this difficult problem will be no more... One pull, and everything will be released... Just one pull..."
Then he came to his senses again and hastily slapped his own right hand away: "Hahahaha! Nothing in the world is too difficult for one who is willing to climb. I will certainly solve this problem! I am a Tyrant Body, an unmatched Tyrant Body!"
Day after day passed. Within the body of Her Majesty the Empress, the consciousnesses of the Empress and Yuanmu each comprehended the dao of reincarnation, and immediately began to cultivate it.
Both women were incomparably brilliant. Shen Mu's dao of reincarnation had fused too many dao arts and divine abilities, but the most crucial among them was still the dao of birth and death of Guixu, which gave them their breakthrough.
The two women comprehended and mastered the dao of reincarnation at almost the same moment, and immediately set it in motion. At once a reincarnation spacetime appeared in their minds, spinning like a wheel!
Their thoughts immediately plunged into reincarnation!
When they awoke, they found themselves fallen into the womb of a pregnant woman, transformed into two infants in the womb, awaiting birth.
Yuanmu at once seized the umbilical cord with her tiny hands and wrapped it several times around the Empress's neck.
The Empress struggled, but could not break free—Yuanmu had tied her a dead knot.
After the waiting for birth was over, the Empress had already ceased to breathe. Yuanmu, upon being born, did not cry but instead giggled without end.
Time flowed on within reincarnation. Soon little Yuanmu grew to six or seven years old, lovely as ice and snow, doted on by all her family—except that she alone was never allowed to look in a mirror.
One day, a servant grew careless, and little Yuanmu found a mirror. Standing before it to adorn herself, she suddenly saw the black mole at her brow in the mirror turn red.
"Vile wretch!" the reflection in the mirror cried out at her.
Little Yuanmu shrieked. At once the reincarnation divine ability activated again, sweeping her into the mirror.
The bright mirror clattered to the ground and rolled twice.
Within the mirror, a great wheel of light spun. The two women tore at each other, struggled, and soon plummeted down.
When the two awoke, they had become two fledglings in a bird's nest, crying for food, beaks open wide as they waited for the mother bird to feed them.
The two fledglings at once recognized each other and fell to fighting in the nest, until the mother bird pecked them twice and they finally settled down.
The next time the mother bird came to feed them, the Empress, relying on her stronger body, snatched the food from the mother's beak and left Yuanmu not a morsel. When Yuanmu tried to snatch it, she was kicked aside by the Empress's talons.
Before many days passed, the fledgling that Yuanmu had become grew too weak from hunger, and the overjoyed Empress pushed her out of the nest. She fell beneath the tree and died on the spot.
"Chirp chirp chirp chirp!" The Empress stood at the edge of the nest, beaming with delight.
The Empress enjoyed the worms alone in the nest. One day, having just eaten a worm, she suddenly felt an itch at her neck, and then another bird's head grew from her neck!