Chapter 430 — Passed Down Through the Generations
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 3
We lied to our disciples too, but never so viciously. You, though—you let him live his whole life inside a colossal lie.
When he dies, kicking you will be the least of it—cursing you as an old bastard who won't die will be the least of it! " The Village Chief's face was black as charcoal.
He consoled himself: "Shen'er won't be like that.
He won't.
Shen'er is the most filial. . .
" "You were filial once too. You used to be the most filial to me of all—and didn't you kick me off the bridge the moment we met? " "Shut up, you old wretch! " .
. . The Flood Dragon King God tracked the wounded deity all the way to the Divine Severance Mountains. Shen Mu forcibly suppressed his own weakness and refined spirit pills to heal the Flood Dragon King God's injuries. Piloting the Po Boat drained him enormously.
The Po Boat's moon was likewise a treasure forged by the Sister Qing Deity, but it had gone dark and no longer shone, and could not supply the Po Boat with the immense power it required; to pilot the Po Boat, it had to draw on his life force. Last time, when Shen Mu had fished up a new sun for the Sun Herding Clan, he had already expended a great deal of life force, and only soaking in the Pool of Pure Yang had barely restored him.
This time, controlling the Po Boat had cost him just as much.
Unfortunately the Po Boat was damaged far more badly than the Xi Boat, and the Pool of Great Yin had run dry and could not replenish his life force; he could only rely on his own skills as a divine physician to nurse himself back little by little.
But now he had to hunt down that wounded deity, and could not let him escape into Jingping; there was no time to heal himself. "This deity of the High Heavens did not take the Surging River. .
. " Shen Mu's eye twitched, and his heart sank a little.
If the High Heavens deity had taken the Surging River route, he could have used the Dragon Emperor of the Surging River to block him; with the combined strength of the Dragon Emperor of the Surging River and the Flood Dragon King God, they ought to have been able to take him down. But since he had not taken the Surging River, even if the Flood Dragon King God caught up with him, whether the Flood Dragon King God's strength alone could take him down was still unknown.
"If I use Lord Dragon Keeper's Dragon Taming Art and borrow the power of the flood dragon horde, perhaps I might still have the strength for a fight. " Shen Mu looked back at the flood dragons around the Dragon Qilin, and felt a pang of reluctance. In a fight to the death, these flood dragons would likely be wiped out, and even he himself might not survive.
At the edge of the Desolate Ruins, in the Divine Severance Mountains three or four thousand li away, the fierce battle still raged. Shen Mu sensed wave after wave of dreadful throbbing—the ripples of power unleashed when godlike and demonic strength erupted, a suppression upon the mind. He also dimly saw the Butcher's blade-light flare in the sky, and the Silent Artisan's great furnace erupt, burning the heavens crimson. Without the Village Chief, that mighty presence, how many of them—the Butcher, the Wing King, the Silent Artisan—would live?
"Village Chief. .
. " Shen Mu's heart twisted with pain.
He hastily cast aside his stray thoughts and went on single-mindedly refining pills to heal the Flood Dragon King God.
Ahead, the sky was turning pale. After a moment the sun rose from below the horizon, and a thread of sunlight shone over.
Shen Mu's heart sank. That deity had already set foot on the territory of the Kingdom of Jingping.
The celestial-phenomenon weapons of the gods had appeared all across the Kingdom of Jingping.