Chapter 1615 — The Little Demons of Qilin Mansion
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 1 of 4
Shen Mu and Achou, Earl of Earth, fell silent. Since Duke of Heaven had stepped forward, the two of them were still willing to listen, though how much of it they would actually take in remained in doubt.
Duke of Heaven stood there, wanting to say something, but after a while he still could not think of the words.
Shen Mu and Earl of Earth were both frightfully stubborn creatures, and persuading them to change their minds was a thing all but impossible to accomplish. And Duke of Heaven himself was none too clean either: in those years past, for the sake of his own selfish desires, he had given not the slightest thought to the circumstances of Shen Mu and Jingping, and had let Hong Tianzun and the other Tianzun march against him.
Shen Mu had been his ally, and he had never once weighed his ally's plight; yet Shen Mu had still done all he could, relying on his own reputation to summon many a master, from Kaihuang and Langwan to You Tianzun, and had even taken the field himself, and in the end had saved him, resurrected him, and given him hope of attaining the Dao. Otherwise there would have been no chance at all for Duke of Heaven to survive that time!
And this time, Gong Tianzun had taken the road through the Nether Capital to Guixu to suppress Shen Mu, while Earl of Earth had seized the chance to slaughter the Heavenly Court troops at Jade Lock Pass, drawing down the Heavenly Court's punitive expedition, exactly as Duke of Heaven had done in years past. Nor was he thinking of Shen Mu and Jingping, but only of his own selfish gain. As allies, these two ancient gods both fell short. Before them the Southern Emperor, the Vermilion Bird, who had acted on his own authority, had been the same: without notifying Shen Mu, he had rebelled outright and drawn down Fire Tianzun, hoping to use Fire Tianzun's hand to free himself from the shackles of the ancient gods, only to be suppressed by Fire Tianzun in Pixiang Hall.
Even so, Shen Mu had done all he could, searching for a way to break Pixiang Hall and resurrecting the Southern Emperor, the Vermilion Bird.
In this regard, Duke of Heaven, Earl of Earth, and the Southern Emperor all owed Shen Mu a great deal. After a long while, Shen Mu said bleakly: "Earl of Earth, no matter what, the Nether Capital must not fall into the Heavenly Court's hands.
If it does, even I will be powerless to turn the tide.
I hope you are utterly certain of yourself.
This is the last time your camp of ancient gods will act on its own authority. If, after you free yourself from the shackles of the ancient gods, other ancient gods follow suit, forgive me for standing by and watching you die. " He said indifferently: "When that time comes, I will watch you court death.
" Achou, Earl of Earth, was silent for a moment, then said: "Thank you.
" Shen Mu gave a cold snort, flicked his sleeve, and departed; his voice came back from afar, saying: "When the Heavenly Court comes to kill you, they will not send the Heavenly Court's great army.
A few Tianzun will suffice. I will do all I can to invite Kaihuang and the others to lend aid. But if the Nether Capital falls into the Heavenly Court's hands, heh heh. .
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I, your daddy, will kneel right before Hao Tianzun and surrender!
" His figure passed through the karma fire and vanished without a trace. Duke of Heaven watched him go and praised him: "Mu Tianzun's craft grows more and more miraculous with each passing day. He does not fear even karma fire in the slightest. It is only his temper that is too fiery, calling himself 'your daddy' right in front of us.
His cultivation strength has already reached the level of a Tianzun; among the ten Tianzun, he would not rank as weak.
As for his craft, I can no longer quite understand it. " Achou, Earl of Earth, said: "This time he truly is enraged.