Chapter 1862 — Daughter Born of Chaos
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 1 of 4
"There is no need for alarm, Daoist Brother Wuya.
" Shen Mu came to the foot of the tree and stroked its trunk, smiling. "If I meant to kill you, I could have done it long ago. I have come to take my leave of you—after all, we are old acquaintances, and some friendship still remains between us.
" The great tree stopped trembling, and from within it came the voice of Old Man Wuya. "Take your leave? You mean to go back to the past and become Young Master Chaos?
" Shen Mu nodded, smiling. "Daoist Brother, that IOU I gave you back then—you did not lose by it, did you? It is fortunate you truly kept it safe.
Otherwise things would not stand as they do today. " Old Man Wuya sneered from within the tree. "You dare not kill me! Chaos, it is not that you do not wish to kill me—in truth, you dare not! Because you know your path may not succeed!
You did not spare my life; you beat me half to death and then dropped to your knees before me, begging me not to die!
" Shen Mu was taken aback. Old Man Wuya chuckled. "I know your little schemes, your little calculations. Your Jingping has lost its vitality; the reform has lost its momentum. Heh.
You need me to serve as Jingping's enemy, Jingping's rival.
A fine idea indeed. But are you not afraid I will wipe Jingping out? " Shen Mu wore a kindly smile. Old Man Wuya roared with laughter. "Once you are gone, I shall be invincible in the Seventeenth Epoch! I need only recover a little, and my roots can link up the ages of the prehistoric universes one by one, letting the mighty of prehistory who refuse to die slip through in endless streams. To destroy Jingping, to destroy the myriad heavens and worlds—it will be easy!
Lan Yutian, Xu Shenghua—before me they are all little brothers! " Shen Mu blinked and smiled. "That Daoist Brother still holds such lofty ambitions sets my heart at ease.
Do not let today's words go to waste.
Once we part today, who knows in what year or month we shall meet again. " ". . . I will do your Jingping to death, and return this world to Chaos!
" Old Man Wuya said excitedly.
"By the time you return, you will find that I have become the master of this shattered universe.
By then I will have recovered to my very peak, as mighty as the Lord of Miluo Palace!
All your kin and friends, your women, your children.
. . " Shen Mu turned his head and gave him a sinister look. Old Man Wuya's excitement vanished in an instant, and he began to tremble. Shen Mu turned and left, giving a cold snort.
"Little brother! " He had finally mastered one of the popular words of this era.
The war at the Ancestral Court continued, settling into a seesaw stalemate. Lan Yutian, Xu Shenghua, Kaihuang Shen Ye, Jiang Baigui, Xing An and the others were indeed powerful, but not powerful enough to break through the Tongtian Well; and the hall masters of Miluo Palace and the Dao-attainers were by no means without the strength to resist. Some among them had already succeeded in entrusting themselves to the Ultimate Void, forming Daluo Heavens, attaining the Dao once more in this universe, their fighting strength greatly increased.
Long Qilin had returned from the Ancestral Court as well.
He too had been gravely wounded, and he clung to Shen Mu's side every day; even after his wounds had healed he still shamelessly begged for spirit pills. Shen Mu shooed him off several times, but could not drive him away at all, and had no choice but to let it be. Though Long Qilin was honored as the Lord of the Beast Realm, he cherished this time dearly. From their meeting before the mountain gate of the Grand Academy, they had kept each other company and held each other up. Shen Mu saw to Long Qilin's food and drink and called him Fatty Long, while Long Qilin had faced death at his side and given Shen Mu encouragement no one else could give.
They were the closest of friends.
On this day, Shen Mu finally decided to leave.