Chapter 1832 — Sudden Turmoil in Guixu
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 1 of 4
Chaos Hall led the others in retreat from the World Tree, and the Boundless Elder did not lead his host in pursuit either; the two sides had, astonishingly, come to a truce just like that.
"The Boundless Elder doesn't dare pursue.
" Shen Mu returned to the golden ship, parted the mountain-piles of treasures, and led everyone into the golden hall aboard the ship. He invited them to sit, then said, "Last time Miluo Palace attacked, we joined the clamor and wounded him. He drove Miluo Palace back, and I seized the opening to strike. At times like this the Boundless Elder is at his meekest—no matter how you beat him, he won't hit back. You are.
. . Zhu Santong!
" He looked at Zhu Santong, and at once traced his soul back to his previous life, recognizing this old acquaintance.
He smiled.
"Daoist Zhu, your cultivation is still weak, about the same as the Yin Son of Heaven of old—how did you come running here? " His Dao of Reincarnation had grown ever more unfathomable; with a single glance he could discern Zhu Santong's origins.
Shen Fengqing said, "He insisted on coming. I could not dissuade him, so I had no choice but to let him. " Zhu Santong was secretly displeased.
"When did you ever dissuade me? If you had tried even a little, I. .
.
I probably still couldn't have helped running over.
" Granny Zhu took out a vast sea of texts from her spirit treasury and handed them to Shen Mu. "The fruits of these years of reform are too many. I've brought you the useful portions. Look them over yourself. " Shen Mu accepted the texts and let out a hearty laugh. "Since you've come, you've come—it's no great matter.
So long as you aren't beaten into chaos, there's still hope.
Though everyone in the ancestral court has the strength to beat him into chaos. .
. " He tilted his head in thought, then smiled.
"What soil doesn't bury a man? Dying anywhere is the same.
" Zhu Santong's face darkened. "These two brothers say the exact same things—no wonder they're true brothers.
.
. " Shen Mu's body flickered, and one miniature Shen Mu after another stepped out, spreading to every corner of the golden hall, swiftly leafing through the texts Granny Zhu had brought.
"We haven't been idle these three thousand years in the ancestral court.
Emperor Yu and Brother Xu and the others have been sorting out divine abilities and Dao arts all along—first, cataloguing the various divine ability methods cultivated by the prehistoric powerhouses; second, recording the divine abilities and Dao arts we've pioneered in this period.
Once Baigui and the Dao Ancestor achieve the Dao, they'll return and transmit the Dao arts and divine abilities here to Jingping. " Jiang Baigui was also nearing the achievement of the Dao, but his path was the one opened by the Woodcutter Sage—a very hard road to walk. "You've just come from Jingping. For these days, don't be in a hurry to join the fighting—first study the Dao arts and divine abilities here. " Shen Mu's mind stirred, and several more golden halls appeared aboard the ship. "Don't worry about there being no battles—there will be plenty of battles from now on.
" Granny Zhu, Shen Fengqing, and the others followed Xu Shenghua toward another golden hall, where they saw Kaihuang Shen Ye, Jiang Baigui, and Taishi placing the spoils of the battlefield aboard the golden ship. These were the treasures they had taken from foes slain in the great battle just now—several hundred in all, each one an extraordinary masterpiece. The deck was already piled full.
Taishi picked out a few useless ones and casually tossed them off the ship. Mojiang, Li Zheng, and the others could not keep their faces straight.
They quietly stuffed the treasure fragments poking out of their Taotie pouches back in, thinking, "Sure enough, we've embarrassed little Shen.