Chapter 1769 — The Blood-Rust Battle
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
" Ling Yuxiu shook her head: "With your wounds unhealed, how can you ascend to the Ultimate Void? Rest quietly and heal, and do not run wild. Besides, for the armies of the Court to return to the Ancestral Court will take a dozen years and more.
" Shen Mu thought it over and nodded, and returned to his chamber to labor in silence.
He dreamed again, dream upon dream spreading outward, and countless tiny Shen Mus delved in dreams into the shifting Dao patterns within his Dao wounds, comprehending their mysteries. Year followed year, and six years later the wounds upon Shen Mu slowly shrank, and though his color was still wanting and his body still frail, there was no longer grave harm. On this day Shen Mu packed his baggage and boarded the Golden Ship of Deliverance and smiled: "Now we may visit the thatched cottage a second time. "