Chapter 1842 — Everything Returns to the Origin
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
Hao Tianzun set the matter aside for the nonce and looked to the supreme arts of the Hall Masters, yet they were still abstruse and hard to grasp, until at last he could only turn to the arts of the Attainers and study their comprehension of the Master's Hongmeng runes. At that time Young Master Lingxiao came to the Tenth Era and stood before the apocalypse of the Tenth Era, gazing into the Long River of Chaos.
Within the river, Young Master Zixiao had returned to the hour of his wife's death.
That universe had already shown the tide of great destruction, and at the moment the apocalypse was about to burst forth, he and his wife held each other close. Young Master Lingxiao stared blankly at the scene, for he knew Zixiao had repeated this last tenderness times beyond counting.
Every time he longed for his dead wife, he would return here, enter the apocalypse, go back to his Tenth Era self, hold his most beloved wife, and struggle and strive with all his might, seeking to redeem it all.
Yet all was labor in vain. This time was the same.
Young Master Lingxiao watched no further, and put aside his thought of comforting Zixiao, departing alone.
Some wounds he could not heal.
"Zixiao, only by vanquishing Old Seven, descending into the Seventeenth Era, and carrying on the Teacher's ideals can you hope to win back your wife!
" Young Master Lingxiao said silently in his heart.
"Now no man disturbs your Dao heart. I hope you can rouse yourself and fight for the future!
" "Where is Moon Tianzun? " Upon the World-Crossing Golden Ship, Langwan looked east and west, and not finding Moon Tianzun, asked in puzzlement.
She and Moon Tianzun were closest, their ties deepest, and the two often joined hands against foes, yet in this great war she had not seen Moon Tianzun, and her heart could not help but tremble.
Shen Mu said gently, "Moon Tianzun has gone to the Fourteenth Era Universe. In the future, I will return to the past and rejoin her there.
" Langwan looked deeply at him, yet she pressed him no further.
Elsewhere, Old Man Wuya and Young Master Wuji gained a breathing space and hid away to heal their wounds.
Old Man Wuya, being the World Tree, was known to all men wherever he was, but the trail of Wuji was known to none. Ninety-three years slipped by unawares, until one day the Jade Capital City of the Ancestral Court assailed the host of Jingping, and Hao Tianzun, his cultivation and strength greatly grown, confident and full, met Kaihuang Shen Ye alone. Kaihuang Shen Ye glanced at him, his gaze strange, and shook his head.
"Hao, your hour of death has come. " Before Hao Tianzun's eyes, the last numbers leapt and danced, then suddenly returned to zero.