Chapter 1768 — Supreme Father and Son
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 4
In his heart the word friend weighed too heavy.
"You are not an instrument of slaughter, nor a blade in my hand, but my friend.
" Shen Mu said behind him: "A friend to be trusted.
I will be your first friend in this age, and hereafter you will meet others and make friends of them. " Shang Jun turned his head aside: "I have no need.
Friend is too cheap a word; any man need only open and shut his mouth to call himself my friend. You are not my friend either. Friendship would only sway my judgment of right and wrong, good and evil, and make my heart soft.
" He walked eastward into the sunlight, his voice drifting back: "Seventh Young Master, if too many of your people attain the Dao and cause this universe to collapse, then I too will act, and even against you I will show no mercy!
If after your victory you commit wickedness and break the law, I will still act!
This world needs this blade of mine! Not a blade gripped in your hand!
" Shen Mu smiled and said to Ling Yuxiu beside him: "If I truly committed wickedness, he surely would not raise his hand to kill me. I know he already takes me for a friend.
" Ling Yuxiu pursed her lips and smiled: "Husband, I think you think too much. " Shang Jun wandered over the land of Jing Ping, from the border passes to the cities of Jing Ping and from the cities to the countryside, without aim. Jing Ping lay in peace, with no trace of the slaughter of the battlefield; quiet filled this place, and it filled his heart with quiet too, far from killing and strife. The war at the front still went on, yet the rear had not been touched, and when news of the Heavenly Court's defeat arrived, a great stone lifted from every heart and smiles slowly returned to people's faces.
With a grass stem between his teeth, he leaned against a tree and gazed lazily at the sunlight through the crown. Then six or seven children came running, laughing merrily and tumbling about in noisy play.
When the children left, Shang Jun picked up a flower crown a child had dropped, set it upon his brow, folded his arms across his chest, and fell asleep beneath the tree.
"This sunlight, truly fine.
. .
" The grass stem bobbed as he muttered. Xuandu.
The host of stars churned, the Dipper turned and the stars shifted, showing the world was still far from peace.
Only few now spared attention for Xuandu, for Jing Ping's main force was still pursuing the Heavenly Court, driving its broken remnant from the Primal Realm.
The battle in Xuandu was the war between the Heavenly Duke and the Ancestral God King. Xuandu was truly vast, so this battle had not reached the Primal Realm, and when Jiang Baigui pacified Xuandu he had only shattered and encircled the Sun Wardens' and Moon Wardens' great armies of Xuandu, never meddling in the struggle between the Heavenly Duke and the Ancestral God King.
His course was supremely rational; since the Sun and Moon Wardens' armies of Xuandu were already quelled, even if the Ancestral God King slew the Heavenly Duke it would matter little.
To lead his troops straight against the Heavenly Court camp at this moment would instead bring an unexpected effect, enough to break the Heavenly Court's morale, so he decisively led his army from Xuandu, leaving only the Heavenly Duke and the Ancestral God King, father and son.
The Ancestral God King's Dao heart had fallen into the divine art of the Nine Prisons Heart-Lock of the Eternal Dao, together with the Heavenly Duke's Dao heart.
The war of Dao hearts between father and son was far less clean than war with true blades and spears, yet far more perilous. Within the Nine Prisons Terrace the Heavenly Duke and the Ancestral God King fought with their Dao hearts, while outside the Heavenly Duke's true body sat motionless, and only the Ancestral God King and the reincarnated Heavenly Duke still fought to the death!