Chapter 839 — The Chief Culprit
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
If anyone in the Primal Realm observed the heavens and tried to calculate the mysteries of their movements, they would fall into an infinite mesh of solutions. Thus, though the Heaven Chart has its loopholes, that infinitude of solutions can exhaust the wisdom of even those whose intellects touch the heavens, keeping them forever unaware that the skies are false. For you to see at a glance that our diagram is a Heaven Chart, your attainments in numerology are by no means shallow. Which divine kingdom do you come from? " Dao Master Lin Xuan clenched his teeth, blood seeping from the corners of his lips.
"The envoy from the Heavenly Court came saying the Heaven Chart was damaged and bade us restore it. Once the Heaven Chart is fully repaired, no one will ever perceive the slightest flaw. " Those Daoists laughed. Dao Master Lin Xuan's teeth were heard grinding. Numbly, he said, "Sect Master Shen, please go back. This is a private affair of the Dao lineage. " Shen Mu shot him a glance and shook his head.
"This is no private affair of the Dao lineage; it is a public affair of the Sky Alliance.
Was it not the very purpose of our alliance at its founding to tear open this false sky? " Dao Master Lin Xuan spat out the blood and broken teeth in his mouth and laughed grimly.
"Heaven Chart, Heaven Chart. .
. the Heaven Chart that ruined our Dao lineage for twenty thousand years was actually forged by the Dao lineage itself!
Master, oh Master, if your spirit in heaven can see this—" He burst into loud wailing, two streams of bloody tears running from his eyes. Clang— The Dao sword at his back sprang from its sheath, and sword-light shot into the clouds. In an instant, Shen Mu's hand pressed down on his shoulder.
"A founding elder of the Sky Alliance should not be so quick to lose his composure, surely?
" Shen Mu said with a gentle smile.
Dao Master Lin Xuan looked into his warm, gentle eyes, and the Dao heart that was cracking with grief and fury settled down.
He closed his eyes.
After a moment, the sword-light that had pierced the clouds descended and slid back into its sheath.
Shen Mu turned to face those Daoists, now alarmed and uncertain, and showed a pure, innocent smile. "May I ask, where is the envoy of the Heavenly Court?
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