Chapter 1862 — Daughter Born of Chaos
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 4
He had not waited for Kaihuang to come, nor for Xu Shenghua and Lan Yutian and the rest. The front lines still needed their strength, and he himself could not delay too long. "Senior Brother Taishang still has not reincarnated.
That old fox.
. . " Shen Mu felt rather unwilling.
If Taishang reincarnated, he himself could enter the squalid arena of the Ultimate Void and force Taiyi's hand, compelling Taiyi to slay the Kaitian host. In his heart, the hidden danger posed by the Kaitian host was far greater than that of the Miluo Palace host. The Miluo Palace host still acted with some principle, whereas the Kaitian host behaved without the slightest scruple. He had always felt that doing away with the Kaitian host would be the better choice.
But Taishang had never reincarnated, clearly having anticipated this; only after he himself went back first and became the Seventh Young Master would Taishang disperse his cultivation and his Dao, and be reborn through reincarnation. "Husband, do not dwell on those vexing matters any longer. " Ling Yuxiu straightened his clothes for him, her face gentle, her tone extraordinarily firm.
"Find Ling Yun.
Bring her back! " Shen Mu nodded solemnly and drew her into his arms.
"Rest assured, I will find her. I will surely bring her back!
" On this day, most of the old friends who had stayed behind in Jingping came to see him off.
The Woodcutter Sage came too, wearing a hat that covered his few sparse hairs, looking quite spirited. Shen Mu released Ling Yuxiu and looked at those familiar faces, all beaming with smiles, as though they were about to beat gongs and drums to send him off in jubilation.
Those false smiles warmed his heart. "Don't miss me too much, everyone," he said with a smile. The crowd urged him on.
"Go, quickly!
Go wreak havoc on the prehistoric old monsters!
The Seventeenth Epoch can no longer afford to keep you! " They laughed with great delight.
Shen Mu's eyes reddened.
Behind him, the Hall of Chaos slowly emerged, its doors opening to reveal the sixteen Rivers of Chaos within. "Mu!
" Heavenly Venerable You came hobbling forward on his cane.
After a moment of silence, he said, "Find Yue and Ling. Bring them back.
" Shen Mu nodded solemnly.
"Sect Master Shen, if you do not return, there will be no one in this world who can keep me in check. " Xing An lay upon a chest—a chest battered and tattered—yet still made his difficult way forward.
Xing An strained to lift his head, wanting to rise, but however he tried he could not get up, panting and wheezing with the effort, yet he smiled proudly. "Jiang Baigui is no match for me; neither is the old Sword God. Xu Shenghua, Lan Yutian—none of them can finish me off. With no one to hold me in check, beware lest I turn the Seventeenth Epoch into a foul, smoky mess. " Shen Mu laughed heartily. "Rest easy, Daoist Brother Xing An. The good die young while scourges live a thousand years.
If you do not die, how could I bear to die? " Then he turned away, his face darkening, and said to Master Dan, "Grandpa Dan, this fellow is wounded so gravely—why is he still not dead?
" With that, a murderous light came into his eyes, and he drew a finger lightly across his own throat. Xing An, lying upon the chest, shuddered. Master Dan waved his hand and whispered, "Rest easy, rest easy.
Tomorrow I will slip him poison and finish him off.
Leave early and worry for nothing—tomorrow there will be an obituary: the Sage Xing An, dead of his grave wounds. " Xing An shuddered again. Shen Mu, smiling, said with a grin, "Daoist Brother Xing An, heal well, and do not trouble yourself over what comes after.
I am off.
My friends, no need to see me out! " He waved vigorously and walked toward the hall. "Sect Master!
" Shen Mu halted and turned back to look at Long Qilin.
Long Qilin was silent for a moment, then said loudly, "When will you return?
" Shen Mu smiled. "The Chaotic Space is where I entered my dream.