Chapter 553 — The Sun-Binder in the Flames
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
Resounding voices rose—the demon tongue. Shen Mu had studied the demon tongue and could understand what the demons and demon gods were saying. They were performing a sacrifice, praying, offering up their very selves, seeking a way of survival for the descendants of the demon race in this dying world—a world where they could live. Amid the resounding, drawn-out sacrificial chants, the towering golden pyramid altars blazed with incomparable brilliance. Beams of light shot into the sky, splitting it open, tearing apart the barrier between this world and another.
The sky was like a burning membrane.
The membrane peeled away irregularly, and the other world gradually revealed its true face.
Shen Mu looked up. That place was.
. .
Taihuang Heaven. He lowered his head and looked at the water beneath his feet. The water was like a mirror, reflecting his face.
The reflection showed him with three faces, ears set at the back of his head, revealing sharp, pointed tips. He was the sovereign of this dying world, the Honored King of the demon race. The Sun-Binder. Shen Mu raised his head.
The scene before him—so magnificent and vast, yet tinged with sorrow and tragedy—was yellowing like a painting, burning.
The illusion was vanishing.
In the flames, the three-faced Sun-Binder walked toward him, bathed in fire.
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