Chapter 1740 — Once More Treading the Road of the Old Garden
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
Gao Baixun tapped his palm with the ferule, began to walk, and suddenly fell to dancing; in his consciousness the Creator and the Sorrowless Land took shape, and the Creator's divine maidens danced in the air, their movements full of grace. "Contemplate all things born, in Great Peace together at ease, climb high and gaze toward the other shore, the Creator unfolds the starry sky. Enter my Sorrowless Land, and shun the world's vexations.
" His voice gradually sank low and free of care; then of a sudden it turned ringing and forceful, like the sound of metal and stone, and the whistling grew fierce as well!
"One morning the great dream wakes — I take once more the road to my old home!
" "I tread the peril of my heaven's course! I battle the vicious wolves and jackals!
I bury the souls of my heroes!
I inter the bones of my righteous men! " "Frost and wind may age me — I do not fear!
" "Swords and blades may wound me — I do not startle!
" "Let me be ground to dust and shattered! " "Let my soul scatter and my spirit fly!
" He tore off his tall crown, his hair falling loose over his shoulders, and gazing at the Heavenly Court's gods and demons drawing ever nearer, his angry hair streamed and flew: "All who go forth to the Yuan Realm are righteous men!
In the Void, every place is home! " Many an old soldier, many an old general of the Sorrowless Land rose to their feet, rousing their own broken divine weapons, stirring up the last of their vital essence.
Gao Baixun laughed aloud and charged straight at the Heavenly Court's God Host: "Come on then!
Little whelps of the Heavenly Court — trample over my corpse!
" The rest laughed and followed him in the charge, and heaven and earth erupted with their shout: "Trample over our corpses!
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