Chapter 1778 — The Warrior's Gelding
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 3 of 4
Palace Lord Changfeng's strength had fully burst forth, and he had become a giant beyond measure, roots dancing beneath his feet, part of them wound about the golden ship, part flying through the starry sky to coil about star after star, hauling his colossal body toward the Ancestral Court. The World-Crossing Golden Ship grew ever larger, grievously slowing his steps. Yet he could not free his roots from the ship.
His battle with Lan Yutian had been, to tell it, stifling, for that plain and honest-looking youth was slippery beyond grasp.
He killed one Lan Yutian, only to find it a humanoid artifact forged by a Creation artifact, killed another, and it was still a humanoid artifact. By the time he had slain the dozens of Lan Yutians at the prow, he had never found where Lan Yutian's true body hid. At that very time he sensed the death of Palace Lord Chuge, his heart was thrown into turmoil, and he would contend no longer with that slippery knave but left at once.
He never thought the World-Crossing Golden Ship would speed up again and ram him from behind, knocking him senseless.
Palace Lord Changfeng stopped to fight, yet could not find where Lan Yutian lurked, and could only cast the ship aside and hurry on. But the ship rammed him again from behind and ground him beneath its hull.
Once or twice could be borne, but the crux was that this golden ship pursued him relentlessly, and every collision was ponderously solid, till his anger flared and countless roots flew out and stabbed into the palaces upon the ship to hunt down that grinning little fatty.
The grinning little fatty he never found, but to his horror he discovered that with every root that entered a palace, the ship grew larger by a fraction and another golden hall appeared upon its deck. He kept dividing off more roots to stab into more golden halls, only to see the golden halls seem numberless, and the ship grow ever huger. More galling still, that grinning little fatty haunted hall after hall, sealing his roots within them with bizarre seals so that he could not draw his roots back.
In this descent his roots were few to begin with, only a part having descended, and a tree without roots dies, so these roots he could by no means abandon. Though he knew he had fallen into a trap, he had no recourse but to drag the World-Crossing Golden Ship madly onward, hoping to reach the Ancestral Court before Shen Mu found him.
Yet to drag so colossal a golden ship through the starry sky was truly grueling, and he could not help but cry bitterly in his heart.
As a lord of the seventy-two palaces of Jade Capital City, he had of course seen such a divine thing as the World-Crossing Golden Ship, and rumors of it he had heard from other Attainers. But the World-Crossing Golden Ship was the treasure of the master of Miluo Palace, and broken at that, and none had dared board her to pry into her mysteries, so of her wonders he knew little, and thus he had been trapped by Lan Yutian.
"Where did this little wretch come from, so venomous and ruthless, to trap me with such a wicked trick! " Palace Lord Changfeng's heart suddenly stirred. "Before, he called the Seventh Young Master brother.
Can he be the Seventh Young Master's own younger brother.
No wonder, it runs in the blood! " He strained to drag the ship, roots stretching beneath his feet, roots probing into a sun ahead, other roots taking hold in the void and piercing through the thirty-sixfold void, hauling his colossal body toward that sun.
An Attainer bears boundless might, and though Palace Lord Changfeng attained the Dao as a divine tree, he should never have been so wretched, but Lan Yutian was too cunning, and though plainly far from his match, had contrived this strange way to pin him. "You should be a hero and sever your roots.
" Suddenly a voice came, entering clearly into Palace Lord Changfeng's ears.