Chapter 437 — A Cosmic Spectacle
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
With effort he dragged up Liu Xian and laid her body too upon the Flood Dragon King Deity's back, and said bleakly, "The village head said someone must always come to gather the dead.
Senior Sister Liu Xian, I have come. Come home with me.
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" They saw Bai Xian as well: his back was covered with silver quills, and upon the quills lay a ball of thread; in his hands he held up a tray, and on the tray were silver needles.
A great hole was torn in his chest, and a huge hand protruded from it — he must have just slain his foe, never expecting that the enemy's deathblow would take his life. All around was silent and still, rocks floating one after another in darkness and mist. As Shen Mu and the others walked here, the geomagnetic force beneath their feet seemed to vanish; this place had a strange field of force. Shen Mu raised his head and saw stars, one after another.
The Great Luotian Stars!
"Grandmother.
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" His heart clenched despite himself. It was a starry sky formed by the Great Luotian Star palm force.
He saw Grandmother Zhu sitting motionless amid the stars; the incomparably beautiful woman had one palm extended, the Great Luotian Star palm force bursting from it, and she was as peerless as ever.