Chapter 680 — Why the Arts of Calculation Enchant
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 5
The plants and the pure land rose and drifted toward the back of his head, settling into the phantom images of the Twenty Heavens, where Buddha light nourished this sole patch of green. Pure air spread out from around him, and everyone breathed it in greedily. "This cannot go on.
" Ma Rulai and the monks' Buddha light formed a vast canopy of radiance, shielding the crowd.
He said: 'Even with our creation divine ability, we cannot hold out for many years. Sooner or later this sky will turn into a black sun, with no light at all; the spiritual qi and spiritual power between heaven and earth will be no more; our divine abilities will regress, our cultivation will wither, and in the end we will become heaps of white bones here. ' Xing An closed his box and said abruptly: 'Sect Master Shen, you should have a way to build another spirit-energy translocation bridge, no?
' Shen Mu and the Alchemist together suppressed the First Ancestor Human Sovereign's injuries. Hearing this, Shen Mu looked up and said: 'Impossible now.
Though I have materials enough, the altar on the Barren Ruins side and the altar here shattered at the same moment; the surging spirit energy crushed both altars at once.
Without the altar at the Barren Ruins, I cannot forge a translocation bridge.
' Xing An frowned, looked at the shattered sky, and shook his head: 'The gods and demons may survive, though they will only grow weaker by degrees, but the divine-ability practitioners cannot live on. These practitioners are all burdens—cast them off. ' Tens of thousands of divine-ability practitioners were still all around; hearing this, their hearts turned to ice. Shen Mu straightened up, his gaze falling on Xing An, and said calmly: 'I have been to Taiming Heaven, right above Taihuang Heaven.
There is a passage there that leads straight to the Barren Ruins.
Taiming Heaven and Taihuang Heaven have also been pierced through; one can go from Taihuang Heaven to Taiming Heaven, and then on to the Barren Ruins. No one need die. ' Xing An said: 'But bringing these people will only slow our steps. Moreover, we gods will have to protect them; in this doomsday world, protecting these practitioners will only make us burn through our strength faster.
My suggestion is to travel light. ' His gaze swept across the faces of the crowd.
'Perhaps we should first kill off a batch and make them into dried meat, so that when hunger comes on the road we may replenish our strength.
' Everyone shuddered with cold dread, not daring to meet his eyes. Shen Mu said with a half-smile: 'Xing An, in my eyes, you are a burden too. If you do not wish to be a burden, then think as a normal person would.
On the road, help where you should help, and simply do your part. You are not the leader of us survivors—best not to speak in the tone of a leader. ' Xing An frowned.
The Village Head coughed once and said with perfect composure: 'Xing An, there should be quite a lot of dried meat in your box, no? ' The Blind Elder stroked the Dragon Tuo Divine Spear.
The black dragon was soft as a cat, swimming beneath his rough palm, its bones rattling with a clattering sound—most comfortable.
The Blind Elder laughed: 'Perhaps if we make Brother Xing An into dried meat, we can stave off hunger on the road. ' The Lame Elder, his courage now full, chuckled: 'Cut off his two legs first! ' Xing An said calmly: 'Old Sword God, you are not whole of limb, and you are no match for me now. I can let all of you come at once.
Not to mention you—even if you add this Daoist Brother Pang Yu, I fear you not in the least.
' The Alchemist asked curiously: 'What did you say?
Say it again. ' Xing An's eye twitched. After a moment, he said slowly: 'On the road, I will do my part.
' Shen Mu looked toward the First Ancestor.
His injuries were grave, and he would not wake for some time. The First Ancestor's body was heavy and solid, and the True God Pang Yu would be needed to carry him on his back.