Chapter 500 — One Stele Divides Yin and Yang
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 4
The countless skeletons that lunged at him were shattered and sent flying. In his raging wrath, a single blow from him leveled a mountain of skeletons, pulverizing countless dry bones.
He bore down on Shen Mu with boundless might and ferocity. Shen Mu had repeatedly thwarted him, and now a nameless, genuine fury rose in Xing'an's heart; he was intent on killing this fellow who had made a fool of him time after time.
Shen Mu hurriedly activated his teleportation art, wreathed the box—which was busily gathering skeleton monsters—and the shivering Dragon Qilin in its power, and teleported toward the lone skiff faintly visible in the mist. "Do you think you can work the same trick a second time? Get down here!
" One of Xing'an's eyes flew over and cast its light through the air.
Shen Mu's teleportation sigils were immediately hacked apart. He, the box, and Dragon Qilin reappeared in midair and tumbled into the sea of mist below. The sea of mist churned with monstrous creatures, seething with strange excitement.
At just that moment, the lone skiff appeared suddenly at their fall and caught them. "Senior Martial Brother Xing'an, have you been well?
" The boatman poling the skiff lifted his conical hat, revealing a skeleton without flesh or blood, and grinned eerily. Xing'an pursued them to the shore, hesitated, and came to a stop.
Failing to recognize him, he asked suspiciously, "And who might you be? " "Senior Martial Brother Xing'an does not recognize Daoist Lingjing?
Once you hunted me everywhere, trying to seize my divine blood, yet now you've forgotten it all—how very heartbreaking. " The boatman pushed off with his bamboo pole, letting the skiff drift away, and laughed: "This is the territory of Fengdu. Senior Martial Brother Xing'an is a living man, so please turn back.
This is no place for your feet. " Xing'an withdrew his two eyes, stepped forward, and waded into the sea of mist. Beneath him, clouds and fog churned as monstrous creatures stirred up waves, restive and ready to strike.
The creatures in the mist were immensely strong, yet he showed not the slightest fear. Continuing his pursuit of the skiff, he said coolly, "Since a living man cannot set foot here, how is it that they may board the boat?
Daoist friend Lingjing, you and I are old acquaintances after all—is it proper of you to deceive me like this? " His speed was extreme; even in this unearthly sea of mist, he moved as if strolling in a courtyard. The lone skiff could not shake him in the least; the distance between them was steadily shrinking. "Do you have money?
" Daoist Lingjing said unhurriedly. "Money can make ghosts push a boat. He has money to pay the fare, so of course he may board my boat, and of course he may enter Fengdu.
You have no money; you may only drink the northwest wind.
Go back. Fengdu is truly no place for you—there are far too many beings here whom you cannot afford to offend. " Xing'an snorted coldly and pressed onward. Suddenly a colossal monster surged up from the mist and dragged him into the sea. On the skiff, Dragon Qilin started, hurriedly leaned over the side, and craned his neck to look.
Daoist Lingjing raised his bamboo pole and lightly nudged his head back into the boat, laughing: "Foolish creature, there are dreadful things below that know no reason. Mind they don't bite your head clean off.
" Before the words had faded away, the sea of mist suddenly convulsed. The roars of monsters echoed up from the water, and then the great mountains in the fog began to shake violently. Those mountains were made of piled-up pale bones, and the bones at once turned into giants, scattering in all directions to take cover. Dragon Qilin hurriedly flattened himself in the hull, covering his eyes with both paws, peeping furtively between them.