Chapter 438 — Like Returning Swallows
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
More and more souls were drawn to him from Youdu, but they were all the souls of beings who had died nearby — not the souls of the Alchemist, the Lame Elder, or the rest! "They are not in Youdu? No matter what has seized you, I will find you!
" Shen Mu clenched his teeth and let out a furious roar; the Gate Bearing Heaven suddenly swelled, and the might of the Soul-Pulling Invocation surged: "Grandpa Alchemist, let your soul return to me—" "Ahead lies Fengdu. " In the Realm of the Living Dead, a deity with a bird's head and a man's body led the way ahead, saying to the Alchemist, the Lame Elder, the Deaf Elder and the others, "Your old acquaintance awaits you on the Bridge of Helplessness. " "An old acquaintance?
" The Alchemist was bewildered.
"What old acquaintance? " The bird-headed deity smiled and said, "You will know when you arrive. " When they came onto the Bridge of Helplessness, the Alchemist and the Lame Elder and the rest could not help but freeze.
There in the middle of the bridge stood the Village Head, whole in limb and body, a smile on his face. "So we meet again upon the Bridge of Helplessness, gentlemen.
You still—" Before he could finish, the black mist beneath the Bridge of Helplessness suddenly churned and a vast vortex appeared; from within the vortex came a furious roar: "Grandpa Alchemist, let your soul return to me!
" At once the world spun for the Alchemist, the Lame Elder and the others on the bridge; the uncanny force dragged them from the bridge into the vortex, and they plunged toward its depths! From the city of Fengdu came an august, furious shout: "What monstrous thing dares stir up trouble in my Fengdu?
" The vast form of King Yan rose slowly, and bending to look down into the vortex beneath the bridge, he saw, at the very depths of the whirl, the face of Shen Mu.
King Yan was slightly taken aback.