Chapter 490 — Years of Iron and Blood
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
The city blazed with lantern light, hung everywhere with lanterns and colored silks. The two looked up, and were struck dumb: upon the walls and the high towers of this city that stood in the darkness there stood gods and demons a hundred zhang tall, some with four heads and eight arms, some with three heads and six arms, some with the heads of birds on human bodies, some with the heads of beasts on human bodies, and others that resembled Xuanwu divinities, Vermilion Bird divinities, White Tiger divinities, Azure Dragon divinities.
They gave off an incomparably intense divine radiance, driving back the darkness beyond the city.
Within, the city was loud and bustling, people coming and going.
These people seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, squeezing past Shen Mu and the great chest, smiles plastered on their faces.
"No. Something is wrong... this is plainly desert. How can there be a city here? And if there truly were so many people here, how could they leave the bones of those gods and demons unburied in the desert? And why would there be so many deities here?"
Shen Mu's head ached as if it would split. Suddenly he seized the hand of a young girl passing by. Seeing that he was not ill-favored, she burst out laughing. "You rascal, what are you grabbing my hand for?"
"Good sister, what year is it now?" Shen Mu asked, his face pale.
The girl laughed. "You certainly have a way with words. It is of course the twenty-four thousandth year of the Supreme Emperor, and today is the Supreme Emperor's twenty-six thousandth birthday!"
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