Chapter 1785 — World-Shaking Giants
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 1 of 4
Yue Tianzun glanced toward the chest, and something stirred faintly in her heart.
"What is Mu's purpose on this journey, truly? " She had first assumed that Shen Mu meant to win over the Five Elders of Fengshu, yet he showed not the slightest inclination to persuade them; on the contrary, he insisted that they return to wherever they had come from.
Later she had supposed that Shen Mu meant to wipe out the Five Elders of Fengshu in one stroke, yet again he seemed to take little interest in them, did not strike them down with any ruthless hand, and instead locked horns to the death with the Fourth Young Master's lute string. Now, at the mere sight of the chest, Shen Mu declared his purpose accomplished. Then what exactly was that purpose?
She did not know that Shen Mu's aims on this journey were not single; one of them was to muddy the waters.
Had he and she not come, Emperor Haotian might well have subdued the Five Elders of Fengshu, and then Jingping would have been in dire peril.
The reason Shen Mu had brought her here was to make certain there was no possibility whatsoever of the two sides joining hands. Though Shen Mu had neither sown discord nor played any underhanded trick, his very arrival would give the Five Elders of Fengshu the illusion of a three-way balance of power, and so lead them into a wrong judgment. The triangle is the most stable of structures; therefore, to preserve a three-way balance and keep the Five Elders of Fengshu from leaning to either side, standing on their own, was the best move for holding that stable structure intact.
Hence Feng Hualian's grand declaration that he would bar Miluo Palace from descending, while at the same time refusing to join hands with Shen Mu. But his judgment was wrong.
Miluo Palace was too powerful; a three-way balance was utterly impossible. And so Feng Hualian died. This is Chaos. Had Shen Mu not come, such a seemingly stable state of chaos could never have taken shape.
Shen Mu, the Seventh Young Master, Chaos, left chaos and disorder in his wake wherever he went, naturally so.
Yue Tianzun stroked the lute strings and played the Purple Empyrean Dao-Proving Melody, and the divine power that came through the Fourth Young Master's lute notes ceased.
With the Fourth Young Master's divine power halted, Yanxiu Pavilion at once charged at Emperor Haotian; the Master of the Hall of Joy broke free of Li Shu's One-Mu Yellow Field, and seeing this, immediately swept Emperor Haotian up and fled in a flash.
Huang Tang was not yet dead.
That strike of the Fourth Young Master's had severed his dao tree and cut off his head, but because the Fourth Young Master had been occupied blocking their attempt to kill Emperor Haotian, he had instead escaped with his life.
His cultivation art was peculiar, precisely able to counter the Master of the Hall of Joy's dao of space; he brought the two of them down, and another round of slaughter followed. Li Shu and Cang Yancui charged at Shen Mu and Yue Tianzun.
Yue Tianzun sat at ease, stroking her lute, while Shen Mu stood beside her, pacing round and about her, front and back, left and right, fending off the attacks of Li Shu and Cang Yancui. The four Elders of Fengshu had killed until their eyes ran red; asking neither right nor wrong, neither black nor white, they struck at them with murderous intent.
Shen Mu frowned, caught sight of the chest receding into the distance, and said in a low voice, "Yue, it is enough. " Yue Tianzun put away her ancient lute.