Chapter 338 — The Secret of the Supreme Overlord Art
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 4
Could you speak of it in detail? " The Village Chief's head swelled. Shen Mu was easy to fool; the Lame Elder only loved to steal things and knew little of the wild histories of the jianghu, so he was easy too.
But the Jingping Imperial Preceptor was not so easy. "Ahem. Between the Overlord Body and the false Overlord Body there is a contest of fortune.
" The Village Chief said gravely, "In this world there is only one Overlord Body, and only one there can be; but false Overlord Bodies are not few.
I once heard a legend that if a false Overlord Body kills the Overlord Body, he can seize its fortune, take the Overlord Body's destiny for his own, and grow from a false Overlord Body into a true Overlord Body. Whether it is truly so, I do not know. " The Jingping Imperial Preceptor sank into deep thought, then suddenly raised his head and asked, "The contest of fortune between an Overlord Body and a false Overlord Body is indeed breathtaking. But how does a false Overlord Body know that the other is the true Overlord Body? And not knowing the other is an Overlord Body, how can he kill him? " The Village Chief grew angry. This fellow asked without end—how was he to keep making it up?
"Between an Overlord Body and a false Overlord Body there is in fact an inconceivable connection. When the two meet, each can sense the other. " The Village Chief steadied his mind and said, "The very moment they look upon each other, there comes a feeling of mutual admiration, and at the same time a mutual enmity, a hatred that will not end until one of them dies. . .
" He could hardly keep the lie going, when Shen Mu's eyes suddenly lit up.
Clapping his hands, he said, "That very moment I met Xu Shenghua, I felt the same thing! No wonder, no wonder!
We met on the river; he was aboard a painted pleasure boat, and when he saw me he stopped the boat and invited me over! So it was the sense between Overlord Body and false Overlord Body at work. " The Jingping Imperial Preceptor doubted no longer.
Looking up at the sky, he said in a daze, "Xu Shenghua comes from the Upper Heaven, and that deity I met who brought down natural disasters also comes from the Upper Heaven. What sort of place is the Upper Heaven? That it has deities and also Overlord Bodies? Brother Dao, you must know of this place as well? " "False gods, nothing more. " The Village Chief also raised his head and looked at the blue sky.
To their west lay an incomparably savage battlefield, but neither of them looked toward it; they did not take the tide of battle to heart. "The Upper Heaven is nothing but a pack of running dogs, the eyes and ears the gods use to watch over this world. " The Village Chief said softly, "The snow disaster that struck your Jingping this time left the land laid waste, and to this day it has not recovered. In truth it was only a calamity sent down by the Upper Heaven, using ordinary weather as its weapon. If true gods had sent down the calamity, heh heh.
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. " He withdrew his gaze and said, "The East Sea is ten thousand zhang deep, yet it sank to the bottom overnight. East of the Wasteland there was once a vast ocean; overnight it became land and mountains.
" The Jingping Imperial Preceptor shuddered. "All my life I have set myself against the Upper Heaven.
The Upper Heaven is not easy to deal with, but the existence behind the Upper Heaven is harder still. " The Village Chief looked at the stump of his arm and the stump of his leg, staring blankly. In a low voice he said, "You will meet them. Shen boy will meet them too.
. . " The Jingping Imperial Preceptor looked at the severed places on his body.
To others, the sword scars on those wounds showed nothing remarkable, but to his eyes—the eyes of this age's Sword God—they revealed endless profundity.
He knew well how terrifying the person was who had cut off the Village Chief's hands and feet! "The Upper Heaven will send down another calamity upon Jingping.