Chapter 671 — This Is Not My Fat Dragon
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 5
Perplexed and suspicious, he went to examine the Primordial Ancestor's physical injuries. After a month of recuperation and cultivation, the shattered bones in the Primordial Ancestor's body had been completely expelled, and new bone had grown. The new bone was somewhat fragile and could not yet bear the weight of his body. After all, he was a deity of the God-Slaying Platform—the weight of his physical body was terrifying. Ordinary Revered Gods' bones likely could not withstand his flesh. Shen Mu again sent the two great eyeball monsters into the Primordial Ancestor's Heavenly Palace to deliver medicine, and through the eyeball monsters observed his Heavenly Palace and primal spirit.
"There is no longer any serious problem. With diligent cultivation for a while longer, the strength of your bones will match what they once were. Moreover, having cultivated the Flawless Creation Mystic Sutra, your physical body will only grow stronger than before!"
The Primordial Ancestor struggled to sit up and suddenly said: "Shen-er, what is the matter with your brow?"
Shen Mu was puzzled: "What do you mean?"
"The golden willow leaf at your brow has changed."
Shen Mu hastily took out a mirror and examined himself. The golden willow leaf at his brow had changed color. This willow leaf had originally been forged by Silent Artisan, with the people of Hidden Remnant Village jointly applying sealing marks upon it. Later, before the Great Brahma Heaven King Buddha handed the willow leaf to him, he had tampered with it further, adding his own sealing restrictions compatible with the Earth Lord's jade pendant seal. Now the willow leaf was no longer golden—it shifted ceaselessly through various radiances, as though composed of light itself. Most wondrous.
Shen Mu was astonished. He was about to pluck the golden willow leaf off to examine it when the Primordial Ancestor cried out in alarm: "Don't remove it! How much more trouble do you want to stir up? What if your brother escapes again? This ship cannot withstand your antics! Must you be so curious?"
Shen Mu said suspiciously: "Primordial Ancestor, did you not disbelieve that I have a brother?"
The Primordial Ancestor's face reddened slightly.
"Could it be that while we were in the Dark Capital, the Heaven Lord quietly planted a seal upon me? When did he plant it? How did I not notice anything at all?"
Shen Mu wanted to remove it and examine it closely, but he also feared that removing it might release his brother. He could only forcibly suppress his curiosity.
Several months later, the Primordial Ancestor had fully recovered, his cultivation and strength surpassing what they had been before. And they had arrived at Luofu Heaven. What perplexed Shen Mu was that along the entire journey, they had encountered no pursuit or attack whatsoever—not even a shadow of a Heavenly Court deity.
"The Heavenly Court is probably waiting for a chance to catch them all in one net."
The Primordial Ancestor said: "To wipe out Jingping and the Crimson Brightness remnant forces in one net!"
Shen Mu felt a chill in his heart.
Crimson Stream Divine General steered the tower ship toward the foreign star and said: "Libationer Shen, please return to Jingping ahead of us. We await the arrival of the other clansmen and will reach Jingping in a few months."
Shen Mu nodded. He, the Primordial Ancestor, and Ling Yuxiu flew from the foreign star into Luofu Heaven. His feet touched solid ground, and looking up, he saw the orbit of the foreign star gradually shifting—clearly Crimson Stream and the other deities were employing their divine power or formation arrays to eventually transport the foreign star to Jingping. If the transport succeeded, a true star would appear in the skies of Jingping!
"This time the merit is complete. Let us go—first to see the Woodcutter Sage."