Chapter 508 — Passing the Torch
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" "No! There are still those alive! " The First Ancestor looked around: "This Supreme Emperor's Divine Domain gathered the remnants of the Supreme Emperor's age.
After many years of development, their power was not small—not inferior to the present Land of No Sorrow.
Later this place was breached by enemies, but from the fragmented records in the ruins I discovered that some still escaped alive and founded a new home. I wish to find them and have them join hands with the Land of No Sorrow—perhaps then we may plot great things again! " The Village Chief was silent for a moment, then suddenly said: "In the most flourishing period of the Kaihuang era, you still could not overturn the heavens. Now, even if you find the old followers of the Supreme Emperor, their strength is far inferior to the Kaihuang's most flourishing period. When you were at your strongest you did not seek them to join in resistance; now that you find them, what use can they be? " The First Ancestor's face showed pain, and he said hoarsely: "I know!
But I know even better that hiding in the Land of No Sorrow and doing nothing can never bring hope! I must do something, must keep busy. The moment I am quiet, my mind runs wild—I see my comrades dying in battle before me, I see calamities destroying all living things, I see people struggling in hellish, terrifying scenes. I must do something. .
. " He was somewhat obsessive, his fixation deep, but the Village Chief understood his feelings and emotions: "I will go with you. " In Fengdu City, Shen Mu came to the dwelling place of the successive Cult Masters of the Heavenly Saint Cult. He looked around and saw many ghost officers and ghost attendants bustling about. Compared to the shabbiness of the successive Human Sovereigns of the Hall of Human Sovereigns, this place was far more bustling, ghosts coming and going, the palaces magnificent and extraordinary. Clearly the successive Cult Masters of the Heavenly Saint Cult all received offerings from the cult, unlike the successive Human Sovereigns of the Hall of Human Sovereigns, who—because their numbers were few and few came to tend their graves—were all poor as church mice. Only the First Ancestor, because he had petrified his own fleshly body and placed it in the Little Jade Capital, still received offerings from time to time, and so had some surplus grain at home with which to help out the Second Ancestor and Third Ancestor.
The palaces of the Heavenly Saint Cult stood one after another, row upon row, with green tiles and crimson ridges, carved beams and painted rafters, tiered towers and layered pavilions. Between the palaces the layout formed a formation, connected by passageways; long corridors linked one palace hall to the next.
Many little ghosts bore flower clusters and fruit platters, coming and going in a bustling throng, very lively. Shen Mu was filled with emotion—even as ghosts, their treatment was quite different.
He came before a palace hall and looked up. This was the Zuyang Hall. He thought: "Could this be the palace of Cult Master Zuyang? " Cult Master Zuyang was the Heavenly Saint Cult Master before Fan Xuanshu. Shen Mu knew little of his deeds; he only knew there was a Zuyang Hall on Sacred Peak Mountain, and had not expected there to be one here as well.
Before the hall, a youth-like figure was carving a guardian lion with a chisel, while some little ghosts gathered the broken stones nearby. Shen Mu was about to enter the hall when the youth hurriedly said: "What business have you? " Shen Mu smiled: "I have come to seek Cult Master Zuyang.