Chapter 788 — Treading the Fragrant Path on a Donkey's Back
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 1 of 5
When the Primordial Realm's seal broke, Jingping was caught in the upheaval as well, and the mountains and rivers, the whole geography of Jingping, unfolded like a folding fan and spread out on every side.
The roads that once linked the cities were all severed; city now stood ten thousand li from city, and between them lay countless relics of high antiquity, riddled with peril, so that even gods must tread with the utmost care to travel from one city to another. The Primordial Spirit Conference too was suspended for a time, for there was peril aplenty in the Primordial Realm; many of those relics seethed with divine powers left over from high antiquity, and let a primordial spirit drop its guard for a single instant, and those lingering powers would wound it, and it would scatter into ash and smoke. With the land routes cut and the air routes cut, and now even the Primordial Spirit Conference impossible to convene, it was exactly as the Martial Combat Celestial Master had foreseen: Emperor Yanfeng's rule over the empire had fallen to freezing point.
The capital was in chaos, and Emperor Yanfeng, acting on the instant, ordered the gods of Jingping to go forth to the great cities and steady the hearts of the people first of all. And in the capital, a strange man wrapped in a black cloak came to the mansion of Khan Luandi. "Khan Luandi, eagle of the grasslands, now that you have become a god, can it be that you are content to remain a subject of Jingping?
" the man said to him. Khan Luandi looked at the man and said, "The grasslands are already the territory of the state of Jingping.
I was defeated by the Imperial Preceptor of Jingping, and I submitted to him willingly. So long as the Imperial Preceptor of Jingping lives, I will not rebel.
" The man threw back his cloak and laughed, "The Imperial Preceptor of Jingping cannot escape death.
The people of the grasslands are of mixed human and divine blood, the descendants of Mahakala. What power has Emperor Yanfeng, that he should dare make you his subject?
The grasslands belong to Mahakala, and now that the Primordial Realm's seal is broken, Mahakala will surely return in might. Why should you call yourself a vassal?
To contend for the world, to contend for the throne, that too may be counted on in the days to come! " Khan Luandi looked at the man's face and was left gaping, tongue-tied: the man had thrown back his cloak, and behind his head a black sun leapt forth, while his skin was of a dazzling golden hue. The deity smiled and said, "Khan Luandi, will you stay in Jingping as a vassal, or return to the grasslands and be once more the eagle that spreads its wings and vies with the champions? " Khan Luandi's spirits rose greatly, and he said in a low voice, "My wife and children are in the capital. If I return to the grasslands to rebuild the empire, they will surely be murdered!
" The black sun deity laughed, "So long as you live, will you not have wives and children in abundance? If you cling to your wife and children, you will lose this chance.
I will look for another! " Khan Luandi at last made his decision, and said resolutely, "Then I leave the capital now!
" The black sun deity covered his head with his cloak and walked out of the khan's mansion with him. The two set off toward the city outskirts, and saw a youth coming toward them.
The youth saw the two, halted and looked them over, then said abruptly, "Luandi, where are you going? " At the youth's side followed several gods and demons with three heads and six arms, their aura exceedingly powerful.
Khan Luandi, seeing those three-headed, six-armed gods and demons, felt a chill in his heart, and made no attempt to conceal it: "I mean to return to the grasslands.
" "The grasslands are a lost cause," said the youth. "The world has changed violently.
Demigods are everywhere; relics and gods and demons of every sort are stirring, eager for the fray.