Chapter 572 — The Ten-Mile Star-Sand Snare Formation
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
" Shen Mu could not hear that sound. He was not of the dragon race; presumably only dragons could hear such a call.
"Don't go in yet.
" Shen Mu gave the order and walked to the chains, examining them closely.
He raised a hand and brushed it lightly over the chain, and at once splendid rune seals surfaced from the links; tiny sparks of fire floated in the air and scattered with the wind. He went to the cliff wall as well, studying the runes upon it.
These runes were divine script, while the ten li of yellow sand was a demonic formation used to refine a true god to death; stranger still, the divine script was what roused and drove the demonic formation.
The interplay of god and demon was exquisitely subtle.
"To act according to one's own nature, to follow what is purely natural—that is called the Dao. So whether one is god or demon, what is that to me? " Shen Mu's face was as still as an ancient well.
"Jiang Miao, this is the creed of the Heavenly Sacred Cult. Hold out your hand. " Jiang Miao held out his palm, and Shen Mu drew a rune on it in cinnabar, all but identical to the divine script on the cliff.
"Come, let's go in.
" Puzzled as to his meaning, Jiang Miao hurried after him into the great hall.
Inside, a divine dragon was bound by layer upon layer of chains, the links passing through its very body, pinning it there. It was immense and majestic, holy, wrapped in dragon aura and dragon might, a thing that made men look up in awe.
The divine dragon opened its eyes and looked at Shen Mu and Jiang Miao.
Then it spoke, its voice rumbling and shaking the air: "My kinsman, you have come at last! " Jiang Miao said hastily, "Cult Master, let's hurry and free this venerable dragon!
" Shen Mu shook his head.
His eyes rested on the chained giant dragon, and he said softly, "Venerable dragon, there is one thing I cannot understand. Why were you chained here by the founding patriarch of my Heavenly Sacred Cult?
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