Chapter 318 — Yet Not a Single Righteous Soul
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 1 of 4
"This is not the Nether Valley.
" Fu Yuchun looked this way and that. The two white bats were somewhat ill at ease; it was the first time they had ever left the Nether Valley, and though they wished to hang themselves upside down, they were a little shy about it.
Shen Mu raised his head and glanced at the ruined hall and its eaves. "Hang under the eaves and rest for the night," he said. "Do not disturb anyone else. Tomorrow I will take you back to the Nether Valley, and once we are there I will give you the antidote.
" Both white bats breathed a sigh of relief, rose without a sound, and hung beneath the eaves with their arms crossed over their chests. Fu Yuchun opened one eye and said in a low voice, "That brat is lying to us.
We were never poisoned at all. " Fu Yuqiu was startled.
"Not poisoned? That cannot be.
When the poison flared up, it hurt terribly! " Fu Yuchun rolled his one eye. "The poison was probably cured long ago. The first time he gave us the antidote, that was the cure; everything after was only to frighten us.
Otherwise, in the two months and more since, we would have died of it long ago. " Fu Yuqiu was furious.
"That brat tricked us into risking our lives for him!
Let us roast him nine parts done and eat him! " "Enough, enough. " Fu Yuchun said, "Even if we had not joined hands with him, that little wretch Ban Gongcuo would have hunted us down with his men and never let us go. Joining him saved our lives, so we have lost nothing. And this time, thanks to him, we have learned that our ancestors are still alive. Now the White Bat Divine Race need not go extinct after all.
When we get back, we will wake the two ancestors and have them bear a girl. " Fu Yuqiu said excitedly, "Two females! No, no — a whole litter of females, so I can hold one in each arm. . .
Wait!
Brother, we are descendants of the ancestors by heaven knows how many generations. Even if the ancestors bear two girls, by seniority they would be our great-great-great-grandmothers. That seniority. . .
" The two white bats were overcome with gloom and could not sleep another wink. In the ruins, Shen Mu sat down and leaned against the Dragon Qilin to rest.
The site was guarded by more than a dozen divine statues, whose radiance lit the ruins. He still did not know where in the Wasteland this place lay; he would have to wait for dawn, fly high, and study the surrounding terrain before he could fix his position. Ban Gongcuo glanced at him and sat down as well, and the dozen or so surviving great shamans and Witch Kings, along with a scattering of Mandi Kingdom soldiers, formed a ring around him.
Shen Mu looked around.
The ruins held many strange beasts, and among them were some exceedingly powerful beings, enormous in size, far more colossal than the Dragon Qilin in its full form. "Eh, these people are rather interesting. . .
" His pupils contracted slightly as his gaze fell on the travelers in the ruins.
They were divided into three groups. One group was three big monks, their faces coarse and fleshy, yet their eyes gentle — though they carried a thick reek of demonic aura. "Monks of Little Leiyin Temple! " Sensing the demonic aura on them, Shen Mu understood.
Little Leiyin Temple was a holy land too, but a holy land of the demon race. Its head was honored as the Little Tathagata, a fellow disciple of the old Tathagata; his powers were supreme, and he too had reached the Tathagata's realm.
Little Leiyin Temple was called the Little Western Heaven, lying further west than the Great Thunderclap Temple on Mount Sumeru, at the far western edge of the Wasteland. "If demon monks of Little Leiyin Temple can be seen here, can we be in the western Wasteland?
" Shen Mu's heart sank a little. It was the first time he had gone so far; the Wasteland was vast beyond measure, and this place was likely even farther out than the Loulan Golden Palace.