Chapter 679 — Righteousness Is Its Root
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 1 of 4
"Poor demon.
You wanted to be a dog, but alas, they never cared in the least whether the dog lived or died. " Furiluo raised his head, his crimson eyes turning toward the voice. The Woodcutter Sage was walking toward him from afar, ringed by the roaring flames that consumed Xiancheng; the Celestial Master trod the magma and stepped out from the fire, and behind him the sky was streaked with fragments of Luofu Heaven trailing long tails of fire.
The Woodcutter Sage soon came to a halt before him and said in a low voice: "Furiluo, when you and I sealed the Pact of Tubo, you told me that it was not you who meant to destroy Taihuang Heaven, but someone else. I did not tell you then: when the nest is overturned, no egg stays whole. If Taihuang Heaven falls, do you think the demon race will survive? " Furiluo glared at him venomously and rasped: "Shike City lies farthest from the point of impact and has the strongest defenses.
The demons within can survive this collision. My race will not perish because of it!
" The Woodcutter Sage looked at him with pity.
"And outside Shike City?
" Furiluo panted heavily, breathing hard. Of the demons Shike City could preserve, not one in a hundred would remain; all the rest must die in the great collision of heaven and earth, with no chance of escape!
"Twenty thousand years ago, Chi Xi fled with the alien stars, evading pursuit the whole way to Luofu Heaven. The arrival of Chi Xi and the gods of the remnant clans of Chiming made Luofu Heaven unfit to live in, and so you had no choice but to strike at Taihuang Heaven. " The Woodcutter Sage said softly: "Then who was it that drove Chi Xi and those alien stars to Luofu Heaven?
Why Luofu Heaven, of all places? Have you never wondered at the reason? In truth you understand it very well, who the enemy of the Chiming era really is. You simply dare not think it.
You still cling to a shred of illusion. Now is the time for you to wake from that illusion. " Furiluo laughed loudly and cried fiercely: "They did scheme against the remnant clans of Chiming, and against my demon race as well, forcing us into war with Taihuang Heaven. But what of you? You are no better! It was you who built those blood-sacrifice altars!
It was with those altars that Lou Yunqu blood-sacrificed Luofu Heaven! Why were you able to escape? Because you were waiting all along for the Heavenly Court's people to come, so that by their hands Luofu would be blood-sacrificed and I would be driven into your camp!
I am no fool!
" The Woodcutter Sage regarded him and said, neither hurried nor slow: "You are indeed no fool, and I did indeed intend to use the Heavenly Court's hand to drive you into my camp. But if you think that the Heavenly Court would not have blood-sacrificed Luofu had I not built the altars, then you are far too naive. " Furiluo fell silent. The Woodcutter Sage went on: "Whether I built the altars or not, the Heavenly Court would have blood-sacrificed Luofu. Destroy the ancestral land of your demon race, Luofu Heaven, and use Luofu Heaven to strike Taihuang Heaven, and Taihuang Heaven too will sink into dead desolation, with no living thing able to survive here.
To survive and multiply, the demon race must be driven into Jingping. Then the Heavenly Court can use your demon hands to raze Jingping.
That is their true purpose.
" Furiluo slumped, and said in a hollow voice: "When you and I sealed the Pact of Tubo, you already foresaw this day, did you not?
Why did you not say so?
" "Before today, we were enemies.
Why should I have said so? " The Woodcutter Sage extended a palm and said gravely: "After this moment, are we enemies or friends? " Furiluo looked at that palm and hesitated.
After a moment, the two palms clasped firmly together.
The slanting fall of Luofu Heaven at last collided with Taihuang Heaven.