Chapter 598 — The Scent of Danger
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 1 of 4
"Fine blade work!"
Vajra looked at the Butcher blazing with light in midair and could not help praising him: "Truly fine blade work! The Kaihuang Heavenly Court is a land of outstanding people and spiritual terrain. Even in an age when the arts of the Dao and divine powers are broken and incomplete, there are still such exceptional figures. It is indeed a good place!"
Seeing the Butcher's blade work, his longing for the Desolate Wastes only grew stronger.
Compared to him, the Butcher was very "young." Though he had not received a complete system of cultivation, he had entered the Dao through blade work, attaining a blade-Dao that countless gods and demons of Taihuang Heaven and the demon race had never reached.
Vajra could see that if the Butcher were to make up for his shortcomings in the future, he too had hope of cultivating into a true god. To have such attainment at such a young age—this must surely be the work of the Kaihuang Heavenly Court!
"He did not pass this move on to me..."
Bashan the Libationer gaped, his voice like thunder, and turned to look at Shen Mu: "Did the master pass it on to you?"
Shen Mu answered honestly: "He did. But my realm is not high enough. I cannot bring it forth."
Bashan the Libationer said indignantly: "The old man plays favorites! This move is too strong, too strong..."
It was not that the Butcher played favorites. In those years, when he had dragged his upper body to Yincan Village, he had been mad and raving most of the time, cursing the thieving heavens every day, wanting to split the sky apart. When he was lucid, he was taciturn and silent.
The Butcher of that time suffered greatly. What he suffered was not that he had only his upper body left, but that he could not storm the heavens to avenge his good friend and settle the score for his blade.
In order to deal with Lord Yangxing and the other gods in heaven, he had always tempered himself in madness, thinking of countless blade techniques, yet never able to break the divine powers of the gods above.
The reason he was mad was that he thought too much.
After Granny Zhu picked Shen Mu up by the river, the Butcher's mad heart was gradually soothed by this little child, and he found something to rely on.
From then on, Madman Tu's fits of madness grew fewer and fewer. He had once thought himself into madness by thinking too much, but after Shen Mu arrived, his heart settled, and he gradually fused and mastered all that he had thought before.
When he entered the Dao through blade work, he created the ninth form of the Heavenly Blade: Blade Opens the Bright Moon Ring.
This blade was his work of entering the Dao, making him a peerless grandmaster of the blade.
Bashan the Libationer had learned the eight forms of the Heavenly Blade in the past, but the Butcher truly found him annoying and would always take a wide detour whenever he saw him. Only recently had Bashan caught up with him, and this move had not yet been passed on to him.
Moreover, the move Blade Opens the Bright Moon Ring not only demanded extremely high cultivation, but also extremely high attainment in blade work. Bashan the Libationer had already embarked on the path of merging battle and technique, and could not enter the Dao through blade work. So even if the Butcher passed it on to him, he might not be able to learn it.
Lord Yangxing's blood spilled down from the vast sky, turning the surrounding hundred li into a sea of fire. His blood was the blood of the Golden Crow, containing the essence of the sun. The moment it touched the ground it became flame, and the flame burned long without going out.
Suddenly, a great sun fell from the sky and crashed into the ground. The earth shook, and where the great sun landed became a sea of fire.
Qi Jiuyi frowned, then his brow smoothed out.