Chapter 571 — The Youth Reflected in the Mirror
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 4
And in the darkness of the Wasteland, Shen Mu saw the people of Taihuang Heaven in the same way. They were separated by two worlds, unable to touch or communicate with each other.
But these demon monsters in the Wasteland's darkness were different—they truly appeared within the dark Wasteland!
"The Wasteland holds so many secrets..."
Shen Mu sighed. Jiang Miao pointed the way, and they pressed on.
Two days later, they arrived in the northwest of the Wasteland. The sun rose as usual. Shen Mu scanned the surroundings and smiled. "We're not far from the Ark of the Other Shore. I once rode the Soul Boat here. Look—these are the footprints it left."
The marks left by the Soul Boat had become small lakes, with strange fish swimming to and fro within them.
"The divine dragon's call is nearby!"
Jiang Miao looked around, then suddenly soared into the air, searched in all directions, and headed west.
Shen Mu hurried after him. They came to a canyon, and suddenly everything fell silent—not a sound to be heard. Shen Mu frowned, surveyed the surroundings, and caught hold of Jiang Miao, who was about to enter the canyon following the divine dragon's call. "Patience."
Jiang Miao was puzzled.
Shen Mu surveyed the area, his gaze falling on the footprints left by the Soul Boat. "This is where the Ark of the Other Shore was sealed. We're very close to the seal. The Ark of the Other Shore was a divine ship built by the Heavenly Craft Divine Race for migration. They intended to carry the living beings, gods, and demons of the Kaihuang Era into the Land of No Sorrow aboard it, but it was shattered here. The divine dragon's call appearing nearby may be a problem—this place shouldn't be so empty that there isn't even a single beast..."
When he had ridden the Soul Boat through this place, he had also entered the folded-space seal of the Ark of the Other Shore from somewhere nearby.
The footprints left by the Soul Boat vanished here, leaving a few small lakes before the canyon.
Here too, he had encountered many demon monsters and demon gods, madly attacking the Soul Boat, and he had slain countless of them.
Yet now, returning to this place, he saw not a single bone.
The canyon before the lakes was filled with sand—fine and crumbled. Not a single stone was in the sand, not even a pebble the size of a fingernail.
The cliffs on either side were covered with enormous characters. These were not the script of the human race, not square and upright, but runes of extreme complexity.
Shen Mu did not enter the canyon. Standing outside, he studied the runes on the cliffs. "It's a kind of divine script, used for sealing."
He activated the Myriad Gods Nature Art. A small whirlwind appeared on the sand of the canyon, attempting to transmute a sand dune giant.
But the sand stirred briefly, then fell still again.
"Impossible! The Myriad Gods Nature Art can transmute all things and give them spirit. Why can't it transmute the sand and stone here?"
He crouched down and grabbed a handful of yellow sand, then suddenly grunted, struggling to lift his hand.
Jiang Miao, suspicious, also stepped forward and tried to grab a handful of sand, but could not lift it. Every grain of this yellow sand was unimaginably heavy—a single handful weighed nearly as much as a mountain!
Shen Mu released his grip. The tiny grains trickled down one by one, striking the yellow sand of the canyon with peals of thunderous sound.
"These aren't yellow sand—they're Primal Soldiers!"
Shen Mu kept the last grain in his palm. He blew a gentle breath of primal energy, and the grain of yellow sand immediately flew up, whirling with a whistle, becoming unimaginably vast—dozens of acres in size—flying through the air, its whirling passage through the sky producing a deafening roar!
When the energy in Shen Mu's breath was exhausted, the sand shrank and fell back down as a grain of sand.
Jiang Miao was startled and looked at the yellow sand in the canyon.