Chapter 414 — The Storm Approaches
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
" Ling Yuxiu felt the killing intent on him and could not help shuddering. "Imperial Father.
. .
" "The Jade Register of the Heavenly Emperor is on him!
" Emperor Yanfeng's imperial countenance shook with fury, and in his rage he laughed.
"This is an art comprehended from the Jade Register of the Heavenly Emperor! The treasure of Our Ling family has been on your sweetheart all along! We shall go at once.
. . " He was about to turn back and kill, but of a sudden he halted, gazing far off at the mountain villa white with mist.
He stood dazed a moment, shook his head, and said to the panic-stricken Ling Yuxiu, "Back to the capital. " Ling Yuxiu said hurriedly, "If the Jade Register of the Heavenly Emperor is with him, I will go and ask for it back.
Imperial Father, do not be angry. " Emperor Yanfeng shook his head. "We have looked upon that Jade Register a thousand times over and never comprehended a thing. The ancestors of the Ling family looked upon it more times than can be counted and never deciphered its mysteries.
The Ling family's throne was not bought with that Jade Register; there is no need to fall out with the Heavenly Sage Cult beyond repair over this matter.
" Ling Yuxiu stole a glance at his face.
Emperor Yanfeng's face was as still as deep water, unruffled, and she could not tell his true mind. "Xiu'er, on no account say that you and Our dear Shen created the Primal Spirit Guide.
This matter must not be spoken of to anyone.
" Emperor Yanfeng said in a low voice, "If it is spoken of, We cannot protect you.
" Ling Yuxiu started slightly and nodded in silence. In the mountain villa, Shen Mu examined the Blind Elder's eyes.
The wound on the old man's leg had healed, but his eyes were still bound with silk ribbon, and the dressing was changed from time to time. "Shen, about the creation of the Primal Spirit Guide, do not say it was your doing.
" The Blind Elder said suddenly, "Everyone in this villa who witnessed it must keep their mouths sealed; it must never get out.
Do you understand? " Shen Mu was puzzled. "Why? " The ribbon was unwound, and the Blind Elder slowly opened his eyes.
There was no luster in them at first, but little by little divine light surged within his dark pupils, and then layer upon layer of array patterns turned, folding ever inward, until a nine-layered heaven of unfathomable depth surfaced in his eyes. His tone was strangely calm: "The method has changed, the Dao has changed, and heaven has changed too.
When heaven changes, people die. Every grandmaster under heaven has sensed an extraordinary fluctuation.
The storm is coming.
.
. "