Chapter 1820 — The Precious Daughter Born of a Heavenly Venerable
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 3 of 4
He was not a man who kept his word on principle; it was simply that Taishang's words truly made great sense to him.
Had Shen Mu been heaven-gifted and peerlessly talented from the very beginning, he might never have achieved what he had today. So it was with his child as well.
On this journey to Miluo Palace, if his child absorbed the energy of sixteen cosmic epochs' Calamities of Destruction and was born too perfectly, without a single flaw, that would not benefit the child but would rather be a great bane.
Too perfect — knowing without learning, comprehending without awakening — one would only know that things were so, never why. Leave one deficiency, and in the course of growing up he would seek chances to make up for it, gradually coming to comprehend what he had gained before birth; that would be a good thing for the child. Moreover, being too perfect would indeed draw many tribulations.
Such tribulations were the cognitive hindrances brought by excessive perfection, along with the covetousness and envy of powerful figures in the outside world. The more perfect and complete one was, the stronger and more numerous the tribulations! More than ten days later, Ling Yuxiu finally went into labor.
Lady Nanxiang chased Shen Mu out to deliver the child, and he paced anxiously outside until suddenly a cry rang out; his heart finally settled, and he could not help laughing aloud even as tears streamed down his face. "You may come in now!
" Nanxiang poked her head out of the golden hall and beckoned. Shen Mu hurried inside.
"Boy or girl?
" he asked quickly.
"Boy or girl — do you not know yourself?
" Nanxiang glanced at him, astonished. Shen Mu rubbed his hands and gave a sheepish laugh. "I never dared to look.
.
. " "It is a girl," came Ling Yuxiu's voice. Shen Mu hurried over with a smile.
"I have always wanted a girl.
Let me hold her.
" Nanxiang watched the young couple nestled together with a smile, thinking, "So Seventh Young Master has a human side after all.
The Seventh Young Master of old was utterly devoid of humanity. . . " "We can go see the Master now!
" After a long while, Shen Mu emerged from the golden hall in high spirits.
"I ask the Master to name my daughter!
" The World-Ferrying Golden Ship finally arrived at Miluo Palace, and Miluo Palace was still as cold and desolate as ever.
Shen Mu moored the golden ship; Ling Yuxiu, holding their daughter, walked with him toward Miluo Palace.
Lady Nanxiang hesitated, then followed them forward.
Watching Miluo Palace draw nearer and nearer, her heart was a tangle of emotions.
"Is the Master truly dead? Then is what Third Young Master and Fourth Young Master are doing now right?
Even the Master has lost faith.
. .
" She followed Shen Mu and his wife to the gates of Miluo Palace. Shen Mu knocked, and the doors of Miluo Palace opened, roiling with the dense purple qi of primordial chaos.
Nanxiang stole a look inside the hall, yet could see nothing at all. Shen Mu and his wife carried the child into the hall; Lady Nanxiang gritted her teeth and followed them into Miluo Palace as well. "Your disciple has an heir, and so I have brought your grand-disciple to pay respects to the Master. " Shen Mu bowed.
"I earnestly beg the Master to bestow a name upon your grand-disciple. " Lady Nanxiang looked up and saw a Dao Tree bearing sixteen Dao Fruits — the Dao Tree of the Lord of Miluo Palace. Beneath that Dao Tree, a skeleton sat cross-legged.
Grief surged in Lady Nanxiang's heart; she could not help but kneel, bowing deeply to the ground. The Lord of Miluo Palace, the Master of all in the sixteen cosmic epochs, had indeed, as Shen Mu said, dissolved into the Dao and entered extinction!
Suddenly the voice of the Lord of Miluo Palace came forth.
"Bring the child up to me and let me look.