Chapter 1736 — The Marquis's Young Lord Chances Upon the Divine Palace Envoy
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 1 of 4
At the sight of this ancient god, Xu Shenghua raised the iron bucket in his hands, and under the curious gaze of that god, this quiet and refined man lifted the bucket before his very eyes and drank its water down in one draught! "Lingsheng of the Lingguan Palace of Miluo Palace greets Fellow Daoist Xu.
" Behind the ancient god's head his Dao fruit revolved, giving off a clear and tranquil music of the Dao, and he asked with curiosity: "Fellow Daoist Xu, the water in your bucket should be Dao dew from the Taiyi Dao tree, is it not?
This Dao dew is the treasure you use to repair the Great Black Mountain, so why have you drunk it all clean in one go? " He could not help laughing: "The Seventh Young Master left you to guard this place to mend the cracks in the World Tree, lest prehistoric powerhouses stow away through them, yet you have drunk the Dao dew dry, so how will you answer to him?
" "In truth, I drink it every day. " Xu Shenghua set down the iron bucket and said earnestly: "For these thirty years I have drunk Dao dew every day, mending one mountain fewer each day.
" Lingguan burst into laughter: "The Seventh Young Master does not know men, appointing kin over worth, placing a self-serving cheat here to watch the World Tree, how could anything be accomplished?
" While refining the Dao dew, Xu Shenghua studied this ancient god who called himself Lingsheng, noting his travel-worn look and the faint morning dew still clinging to him, and judged he must have journeyed through the night to reach the outskirts of the Great Black Mountain, yet had not dared enter the mountains by night.
The Great Black Mountain was most peculiar.
By night the world outside showed the dreadful aspect of a universe in ruin, returning to normal only by day, so to enter the mountains at night was a most perilous thing. Never go out after dark was common sense among the dwellers of the Great Black Mountain, and this man called Lingsheng must know it too.
"The reason I drink down a portion of Dao dew each day is to solve a difficult problem.
" Xu Shenghua explained patiently, though he had no need at all to explain anything to a clone of Lingguan, yet his nature made it so.
To be with Xu Shenghua, whether friend or foe, was like bathing in a spring breeze, for this man was gentle and courteous, modest and considerate of others, and therein lay the charm of his character.
Those who kept company with Shen Mu all wished to knock Shen Mu down and trample him underfoot, even his closest kin wished to hang him up and give him a sound whipping.
Those who kept company with Xu Shenghua, by contrast, felt a respect from the heart, wishing they could lay down all grudges to drink and talk freely with him, cup against cup.
"What I seek to solve is that the Ancestral Court has become a vast blood-sacrifice altar, where the dead are offered up to the past universe.
" Xu Shenghua spoke with great seriousness: "From the primeval age until now, ever since there has been life there has been unceasing death, and whether by natural calamity or by violence, the dead have been blood-sacrificed and turned to energy flowing to the past universe.
By this day the stored energy has grown terrifying.
Fearing lest the young masters of Miluo Palace seize the chance to descend, I have tried drinking down a portion of Dao dew each day and releasing one prehistoric stowaway to descend each day.
" Lingguan was astonished and mused: "What you do does indeed solve the problem of exchanged energy, yet it has one flaw, for prehistoric stowaways will slaughter on all sides and wreak destruction, causing still more energy to be blood-sacrificed to the past. Would that not hasten the descent of Miluo Palace? " "That is why every night I face a battle.