Chapter 660 — The Shanghuang Era Is Shrouded in Mystery
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The First Ancestor Human Emperor was still exceedingly weak. The two big-eyed monsters were thoroughly unreliable, yet they had recklessly dissolved the full medicinal power of every spirit pill at once — and astonishingly, it had worked. The wounds to the First Ancestor Human Emperor's primordial spirit had eased considerably because of it, and he had escaped the God-Slaying Blade upon the God-Slaying Platform. Of course, Shen Mu knew nothing of this; had he known, he would certainly have given those two great eyeballs a thorough thrashing.
The First Ancestor forced himself to his feet, his body swaying. The wounds to his flesh had healed, but his primordial spirit and his Heavenly Palace still bore grave injuries; fortunately, his life was no longer in danger.
"Chixi's wounds are lighter than mine, and his strength now far surpasses mine. " The First Ancestor Human Emperor said in a low voice, "I fear I can no longer protect you. " Shen Mu was unconcerned.
"Even if he knows you have little strength left, he won't dare lay a hand on you.
He won't dare gamble.
And once I've healed your wounds, he'll dare even less. " The First Ancestor Human Emperor shook his head. "It isn't him I'm worried about.
It's the Suspended Realm. Before we enter the Suspended Realm — are you confident you can heal me?
" Shen Mu hesitated. He truly was not confident he could heal the First Ancestor within a few months. Injuries to the primordial spirit were exceedingly thorny, and as for wounds to the Heavenly Palace, he had no experience at all. Moreover, this broken ship held no great store of spirit medicines; his Taotie Pouch contained many kinds of herbs, but it still lacked several crucial ones. To heal the First Ancestor, he would have to go to the Suspended Realm and see whether enough spirit medicines could be bought there. "The Three Heaven-Toppling Stances do you too much harm.
From now on, you must never use them again," Shen Mu admonished. The First Ancestor Human Emperor shook his head.
"I don't want the Heavenly Master to think I'm still a deserter. " Shen Mu was struck dumb.
To have deserted once was to carry the name of deserter for a lifetime — cruel, truly cruel.
"The main reason the Heavenly Master calls you a deserter may not be that you fled from that battle. " Shen Mu turned it over and over in his mind, trying to fathom the Woodcutter Sage's meaning.
"After you deserted, you fled for another twenty thousand years, and never once faced reality. For twenty thousand years you lived in seclusion, hiding from the world, doing nothing, making no effort, accomplishing nothing — you didn't even teach your disciples properly.
He would not resent or hate you for a single flight. But those twenty thousand years of running — that is what he cannot forgive. " The First Ancestor Human Emperor stared blankly, his mind wandering. Shen Mu said no more. He glanced at the trampled herb garden and frowned slightly. Those herbs could still be cultivated with the Earth-Origin Art of Creation, but many varieties were still missing. His Taotie Pouch bulged, the two jade eyes jostling about inside.
Shen Mu released them.
The two great eyeballs landed on the ground, planted their hands on either side of their own round bulging eyes, and shuffled a circle on their little legs, sizing up their surroundings. "Bro, bro, there's a girl, there's a girl! " The Taiyin Jade Eye jerked its chin toward Ling Yuxiu and said excitedly, "It's one of the two girls who found us!
" Both eyeballs lit up, fixing on Ling Yuxiu and staring hard for a good long while before they were finally satisfied. Ling Yuxiu studied the two eyeballs in astonishment, then carefully skirted around them to Shen Mu's side and said in a low voice, "The Myriad Gods Natural Art? " Shen Mu nodded. "How did you awaken their spirits?
" Ling Yuxiu said softly, "These two great eyeballs are formidable indeed.