Chapter 782 — Forty Thousand Years of Fleeting Time
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
"The Seventy-Two Halls of the Supreme Emperor, the Phoenix Hall. Its hall master, Qi Xiayu, slew Yan Qianchong, Vermilion Emperor of the Southern Heaven of the Heavenly Court beyond the realm, here!
" Beside this stele was another broken one, recording a different battle. Shen Mu read on: it said that the Crown Prince had captured Qi Xiayu here, that Qi Xiayu had been defeated and surrendered, and that the Crown Prince had promised her the post of the new Vermilion Emperor of the Southern Heaven, and so had erected this stele to commemorate his own achievement. "This qin music.
. .
" Shen Mu was slightly taken aback, then blurted out, "Could it be the qin music of the Vermilion Emperor Qi Xiayu? No wonder it sounded a little familiar! Did she not go to track down Indra the King Buddha? Could Indra the King Buddha have come to the Desolate Ruins as well?
" He had barely thought this when suddenly a woman's voice rang out: "Qi Xiayu, hall master of the Phoenix Hall!
" Shen Mu was stunned. "That voice sounds a little familiar. .
. " He had just thought this when the qin music in the city abruptly stopped.
Radiance surged up, and countless rays of light bore a magnificent phoenix ship aloft.
The phoenix wings on either side of the great ship quivered, stirring up a terrifying gale, sending sand and stones flying. "Hall Master of the Phoenix Hall, do not flee! Bai Qu'er of Bailong City requests an audience!
" Another voice rose from the city. Shen Mu's mind roared.
He stood there gaping, dumbstruck, and saw the phoenix ship cleave the air and depart; and behind the phoenix ship, a girl soared into the sky, a divine sword in hand, ringing as it split the space fissures in the heavens. Suddenly her body shook, and she transformed into a white dragon, swaying her head and tail, darting to and fro as she gave chase to the phoenix ship! "Bai Qu'er of Bailong City. . .
" Shen Mu watched the white dragon recede into the distance and murmured, "She is alive, she is alive.
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She has come to the Desolate Ruins too! " He could not help but recall that night forty thousand years ago, when he, Long Qilin, Xiangzi, and Ban Gongcuo had escorted the people of Bailong City eastward. Bai Qu'er had been somewhat timid, somewhat stubborn, leading the last people of the Supreme Emperor's era in their hard search for a way to live.
When the sun rose, Shen Mu and the others, like travelers in a dream, turned to black sand and receded with the darkness, leaving only that young girl to protect the common folk who had not the strength to truss a chicken. How had she lived through these forty thousand years?
"Debts of love are bitter to taste; how could one renounce the world? " Another faint voice came from the city, as if murmuring in self-pity: "The years are like a song, and no words can exhaust the tender longings of men and women. " Browse the reading address: