Chapter 835 — At the Prince's Grave
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 4
Just then, light exploded in the Heavenly River. Three Yulin Army soldiers suddenly appeared on the river's surface, looking forward in confusion. They saw the black qi devour their tower ship, which vanished from the world.
"You broke my divine ability?" On the river, a woman in a leopard-skin skirt tilted her head to look at them, curiosity in her expression.
The three Yulin Army soldiers were still somewhat dazed: "You are... Ling Tianzun!"
The woman laughed. "It seems my divine ability is not yet perfect—there must be some flaw... Since you have escaped, do not go wandering about and delay matters of importance. Come with me. You can tell me how you broke my divine ability."
Her sleeve swept, and she departed with the three.
On the Yong River, the village chief and Lord Dragon Keeper were baffled. They had only just caught up with Shen Mu, intending to follow him to explore the ghost ship. They had been there all along, yet Shen Mu spoke as though they had not met in a very long time.
Moreover, this Shen Mu seemed somewhat odd. In the past, when the village chief punched him on the head, he would clutch his head and feign pain. Now he merely rubbed it.
Lord Dragon Keeper suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "Sword God, look at his beard! His beard has grown so much longer than before!"
The village chief looked at Shen Mu. The beard on his chin and upper lip had grown several inches, rough and unkempt—yet moments ago, Shen Mu's chin had been completely bare.
Shen Mu stroked his beard and said with an air of great wisdom, "The ones descending along the silver rope from the heavens are Prince Qiuming of the Heavenly Court and his two attendants. Their strength is exceedingly high."
The village chief and Lord Dragon Keeper looked up. Sure enough, on the chrysanthemum-like moon, three tiny figures were descending along a silver rope. The rope grew longer and longer, heading straight for the ghost ship beneath the river's surface.
"The ones boarding from beneath the water are the Ancestral Dragon King and his demigods."
The village chief and Lord Dragon Keeper had just looked toward the water and had not yet made out the Ancestral Dragon King and his companions when Shen Mu already pointed west, saying, "Luo Wushuang, the one-armed blade god of the Heavenly Court's Lingxiu Army, is about to activate a moon-shaped treasure to break through the black mist outside the ship. In the distance, Feng Qiuyun comes bearing the Earth Mother Kunyuan Sword, carrying a stone coffin on her back, transformed into a ball of flame. In the sky, an alien star approaches—the Divine Son of Chiming descends as a streak of light from the heavens."
The village chief and Lord Dragon Keeper were stunned. Sure enough, they saw Luo Wushuang, seated at the bow of a small boat, activating a moon-shaped treasure that shone toward the ghost ship beneath the river. The moon-like radiance formed a pillar of light, piercing the black qi.
On the other side, flames blazed. On the river's surface, it was as though a great sun skimmed along the water, incredibly fast. Faintly visible within the firelight was a seven-colored fire phoenix, clutching a wooden sword in its talons, a stone coffin on its back!
And in the sky, the alien star of the Chiming remnant clan had at some point arrived at the zenith, aligned vertically with the ghost ship beneath the river. A red beam descended from the heavens!
The village chief and Lord Dragon Keeper were in complete confusion.
"When did our lord change professions to become a mystic?" Lord Dragon Keeper murmured.
Shen Mu suddenly said, "Village chief, the Divine Son of Chiming is on the ship helping us. I promised him I would save him from the ghost ship. You must stop him—do not let him land on the ghost ship."