Chapter 710 — Overlord of the Nether Capital and Sovereign of the Underworld
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
The Yin Son of Heaven regarded Shen Mu and smiled a warm smile. "To follow this rebel and traitor is to have no future at all. If the chance comes, you may come to the Nether Capital and throw in your lot with me. I think highly of young men such as you."
Shen Mu, flattered and alarmed, looked at Tian Shu, then at the Yin Son of Heaven, and did not know quite what to do with himself.
The Yin Son of Heaven turned to leave. He laughed. "Jiuyi, since Tu Bo wishes to see you, I shall not carry you off by force. When you have settled matters here, return to the world of the living and recover your flesh, and leave that place as quickly as you can. Several of your senior brothers have already begun to bring down tribulation. The reason I came this time was to confer with Tu Bo on how to deal with the souls of the countless myriads who died so suddenly in the lower realm."
"Yes." Qi Jiuyi bowed low, and did not raise his head until the man had vanished from sight.
Shen Mu narrowed his eyes. The Yin Son of Heaven's presence filled the air; from first to last his momentum had borne Tian Shu down, steadily and surely. He was indeed a figure of the utmost calibre.
Qi Jiuyi darted a glance at him. "My master did not recognise you."
"My thanks." Shen Mu bowed.
Qi Jiuyi opened his mouth, then gave a sudden sigh. "We were supposed to be opponents, and then I went and muddled myself into sworn brotherhood with you. I cannot bring myself to sell you out. How did it come to this?"
His gaze was blank.
Tian Shu asked curiously, "Shen Mu, what is it you have done? Why can you not reveal your identity before the Black Emperor?"
Shen Mu sighed. "It is a long story."
Tian Shu's eyes went wide, and his curiosity only grew.
The old netherworld courier came forward and said mildly, "Go in. Do not keep Tu Bo waiting too long."
Tian Shu at once went limp, like a goat-monster that had dropped dead on the spot, lying flat on the ground, unable to move. Shen Mu seized him by the goat horn and dragged him all the way, until at last they entered the great hall.
Tu Bo was before them—a thread of his incarnation, surely—his whole body wreathed in flame, with a tiger's head, ox horns, and a man's body. He was turning over a great thick stack of documents.
"Lord Prefect," he said without raising his head, "as for the stealing of my power—have you entered it against him or not?"