Chapter 865 — The Walking Corpse Fiend
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
From beneath the cloak came screams, and then no sound at all. The cloak flew up again and covered the sky, and the corpse fiend searched the air on every side, hunting for the breath of the living. "Senior Brother!
" The blind old man laid down the axe and chisel in his hands and raised his head, calling loudly, "Senior Brother! You are already dead.
Go back to the place where you belong! " At these words the corpse fiend that the Supreme Heavenly Emperor had become pounced straight at him, its murderous aura flooding the heavens—well worthy of the Supreme Heavenly Emperor of the Emperor Throne realm that it had been in life.
The blind old man held the axe in one hand and the chisel in the other; with a great clang, the axe struck the chisel.
A flash of light passed, and a beam shot from the chisel's tip and nailed the corpse fiend between the brows. The corpse fiend staggered as though struck by a heavy blow, and howling, flew backward; with a bang it fell into the emperor's coffin on the surface of the Heavenly River. The lid of the emperor's coffin closed.
The blind old man put away axe and chisel and swung up a chain; the chain grew longer and longer and coiled around the emperor's coffin.
He heaved the coffin up, gave it a violent shake, and sent it into the ruins of Lingxiao Hall. The emperor's coffin landed; countless broken bricks and tiles went clattering up into the air, and carved beams and painted rafters reassembled, becoming a treasured Lingxiao Hall that stood once more in the Jade Capital City strewn with stone coffins and stone steles.
The fleeing crowd, their souls scarcely back in their bodies, still trembled with dread.
Shen Mu looked at the blind old man, and shock filled his heart: the man was unremarkable in appearance, yet his cultivation and strength were unfathomable—if he was not of the Emperor Throne realm, he was not far from it.
"Heavenly Venerable Yu" walked toward the blind old man, his eyes shifting.
"You are. .
. Yi Shisheng, Heavenly Venerable Ling's disciple.
You are alive, and have been keeping watch here all this time?
" The blind old man paid him no heed and went on with his axe and chisel.
"Heavenly Venerable Yu" laughed.
"With your abilities, why torment yourself keeping vigil in this barren place?
Heavenly Venerable Ling cut off a stretch of the Heavenly River and used her own body to replace it, transforming into the substance of the river. Her divine art is truly exquisite; I admire it myself.
You are her disciple, and you must have learned something of her art. The Heavenly Court has great need of your talents.
" The blind old man stopped his hammering and turned his head to "look" at him.
"Which of my master's senior or junior brothers are you? " he said numbly.
"Since you know my master has become the substance of the Heavenly River, why come here at all? " "Heavenly Venerable Yu" laughed.
"I only came to see whether she is truly dead.
" "Can you be at ease now? " asked the blind old man. "I can be at ease," said "Heavenly Venerable Yu. " The blind old man clenched his axe, then suddenly relaxed, and said mildly, "Uncle, get out.
Do not come disturbing our peace. " "Heavenly Venerable Yu" laughed aloud.
The blind old man "looked" toward Shen Mu and said coldly, "Heavenly Venerable Mu, you get out too.
Take them and go.
You are not wanted here!
" Shen Mu exhaled a breath of turbid air and said in a low voice, "Rest assured, one day I will rescue Heavenly Venerable Ling. When I give my word, I keep it!
" He turned and walked toward the hanging coffin afloat on the Heavenly River; behind him the sound of knocking came again, and he did not know whether the blind old man had heard his words.