Chapter 334 — The Divine Pupil Reappears in the World
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The Lame Elder and Lizheng sat together in the sun before the City Lord's manor. Seeing those two beams of light, they could not help shaking their heads. "That rascal Shen — up to his reckless tricks again. Isn't he afraid of burning out his own eyes? The Blind Elder's heart is far too bold, teaching him such a perilous thing."
Lizheng narrowed his eyes. "How strong the Blind Elder's Sacred Pupil was can be seen from Shen's display. Whoever dug out his eyes was no ordinary being. If that person could take his eyes, you had best be careful too — someone may yet take a fancy to your leg."
The Lame Elder's body gave a slight shudder. He looked at Lizheng and said in a low voice, "You mean someone wants to gather all things that have reached the divine realm? What would he want with them?"
"To piece together a god."
Lizheng sighed. "Of the people of my age, I am not the only one still alive. You may yet meet such a person."
The Lame Elder shrank his neck. "I am a coward — don't frighten me. Can't I just run?"
Lizheng looked toward Shen Mu on the ship and said softly, "I hope I can cut away some of the obstacles in Shen'er's path and let him grow up. But I do not know whether I can live that long... Shen'er is still too innocent. It would be better if he were a little more cunning..."
In the Loulan Golden Palace, around Ban Gongcuo, powerful fleshly bodies sat in shrine after shrine, each wielding shamanic arts and divine powers, ceaselessly bombarding an ancient book floating in the center, breaking the seals upon it.
These ancient books were the volumes he had plundered from the Qin-Han Treasure Ship.
Boom!
A great crash rang out; the seal on the ancient book finally broke. Ban Gongcuo could not contain his excitement; he hurried forward and opened the book — then his face turned ashen and he flung it to the ground. "The Great Nurturing Nether Demon Sutra again! This god who came from Wuyou Township — is he of the Nether Demon Sect?"
At his side, ancient books already lay strewn across the ground; now only one remained unopened.
He steadied himself, roused his past-life body with all his strength, and opened the last scripture.
Ban Gongcuo lifted the first page, and at once a burst of golden light blazed forth, illuminating the sacred hall.
Ban Gongcuo was wild with joy.