Chapter 363 — How Thick Is the Vault of Heaven?
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
In the Barren Wastes, encircled by the God-Sundered Mountains, the sky had never been seen by day; at night darkness swept in, and looking up one never saw the stars, never saw the moon. The people of the Barren Wastes were the gods' forsaken ones. But perhaps the living creatures of this world were the same as the forsaken of the Barren Wastes—all of them forsaken!
Daoist Master Lin Xuan suddenly flung his sleeves and said coldly, "I am no forsaken one! Disciples of the Daoist Sect, we are going—back to the mountain!
" He walked, and as he walked, tears abruptly streamed down his face. "The Dao follows nature—that is nature of a damned bogus kind!
" The young sect master strained his throat and cursed the sky at the top of his lungs: "A lifetime of striving, all laid upon a nature of damned bogus phenomena!
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