Chapter 1862 — Daughter Born of Chaos
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
"This is the Golden Ship of Salvation. " The Lord of Miluo Palace said to the Dao-attainers who had come from afar, "I have sensed that this destruction will sweep over all things, shatter all things, level all things. But once all is destroyed, the universe will of itself open anew, and the Golden Ship of Salvation can carry the life of the entire universe forward to the next epoch. " The Dao-attainers of the First Epoch were filled with admiration.
Just then, the chaotic qi formed by the destruction of several dozen heavens joined together.
The wind of heat-death howled, turning the chaotic qi into a surging river that swept toward the other heavens. The Lord of Miluo Palace was astonished. He raised his head to look at that River of Chaos, his gaze deep, as though he had seen something. "Daoist Brother Miluo, what are you looking at? " one of the Dao-attainers asked.
"I seem to have seen a lotus leaf in that river, and within the lotus leaf, wrapped up, a baby girl.
" A doubtful look came over the Lord of Miluo Palace. "The lotus leaf has drifted away. Strange—how could any living thing survive in that long river.
. .
" Then his spirits rose and he smiled.
"That someone can survive shows that this calamity can surely be weathered! Make haste, my friends, and aid me—let us finish building this Golden Ship of Salvation and deliver all living beings!
" At that moment the River of Chaos churned once more, and one mighty figure after another came flying out from it. Though the Lord of Miluo Palace was full of misgivings, this was the critical period for refining the golden ship, and he had no leisure to go and look. Suddenly, a great hall wreathed in chaotic qi came spinning out of the River of Chaos.
The Lord of Miluo Palace raised his head and exchanged a distant look with the figure before that hall, then once more sank into the matter of shipbuilding. He did not know that on this day his future seventh disciple had returned. Five years later, the baby girl delivered by the lotus leaf, thin as kindling, tottered along after the refugees, struggling onward. One by one, the fleeing folk who had helped keep her alive fell, and were buried in this calamity of destruction.
She stood amid a mountain of corpses and lifted her head to look up. In the ruined world, she alone remained. The sea of fire warped, and the dreadful "demons" who had been hunting her finally found her, come to seize her, to destroy her. Then the Calamity of Destruction came to a halt.
A tall figure parted the sea of fire and walked toward her. "Found you.
Found you. .
.
my child. " A voice both familiar and strange sounded by her ear, as though it would awaken what was branded in her ever-blurring memory. The Daughter of Chaos.