Chapter 499 — Human Schemes Cannot Best Heaven's Will
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 5
" The one-armed godfiend in the stone gate sheathed his blade and turned to leave as well, the stone gate slowly collapsing: "I will return to this world.
A mere world barrier cannot stop me! " Then the Dragon Qilin carried Shen Mu and the Chest through that cloud.
A moment before it had clearly been daylight, yet in the instant they passed through the cloud the sky turned utterly dark, and in the darkness only the roar of a waterfall could be heard.
Shen Mu looked toward the sound, and saw scattered points of light on the broken cliff in the night. They had returned to the Ruins, and come again to the source of the Yong River.
It was still that great chasm that cut the Ruins from east to west, the cliff of tremendous drop dividing the Ruins into two halves; this too was the origin of the Yong River, the waterfall plunging down from the cliff, and where the water came from was well worth pondering. "The water of the Yong River may flow out of several other worlds; perhaps one could enter those different worlds through the cracks in the cliff.
Perhaps there are stories there unlike any other. . . " Shen Mu looked at the cliff, and his heart suddenly jumped—he saw a headless man standing in a crack in the cliff!
Xing An!
He could not help but feel a chill. Xing An was guarding the entrance to that world of yellow sand and desert, waiting for him to walk into the trap himself! The world of yellow sand and desert was a world without any living thing, a world utterly dead.
This fellow had actually removed his own head and set his headless body to guard there; no doubt his head and eyes were still flying this way and that through the skies of that desert world, searching for any trace of Shen Mu and his companions! The Dragon Qilin noticed it too, and landed without a sound.
The Chest gave off a faint glow, driving back the darkness and keeping watch over them.
At last the Dragon Qilin touched down, and the Chest crept down off the dragon's back and crawled along the ground.
The Dragon Qilin shrank itself as much as it could and then climbed onto the Chest; Shen Mu stood on the Chest as well, and the great Chest set off on its feet, stealing toward the river.
The water here was the source of the Yong River; because it was not very wide and the flow was not great, it could hardly be called a river yet.
The Chest entered the water, its several legs gently stirring the current, and swam silently downstream. Shen Mu let out a breath.
Xing An had set his head down in that world, but that would also cost him the ability to watch this side; it would be very hard for him to discover them. So long as they went a bit farther, the chance of his finding them would be vanishingly small.
Just then, the Chest struck a rock in the water with a thud.
The sound was not loud, but in the deep of night it seemed piercingly harsh. They had not yet gone far from the waterfall, and were not far from where Xing An stood.
Shen Mu looked back and saw that Xing An, standing in the crack of the cliff wall, had not stirred at all.
His heart suddenly moved, and he laughed: "I am being too careful.
I forgot that Xing An's head is not here—he has no ears and no eyes. Even if we walked right past him in broad daylight, he could neither see nor hear us. " The Dragon Qilin breathed out as well and laughed: "The waterfall is so loud here, there is no need at all to worry that he might hear.
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Cult Master?
" Shen Mu's expression suddenly changed drastically, revealing utter shock. In the crack of the cliff, Xing An's headless body had turned around. Its neck looked very long, and on either side of the neck was an ear. His whole body was a godlike fleshly body, giving off divine light, and in the darkness it was quite striking.
Xing An had cut off his ears and planted them on his neck!