Chapter 872 — Driving the Gods to Solicit Votes
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" The figure in the black sand laughed: "No. " "I did not think Your Majesty had one either. " Shen Mu said calmly: "Your Majesty, reshaping your soul requires one more condition—the borrowed power of the Lord of Heaven and the Earl of Earth. " The black sand trembled; the figure within it was silent. Shen Mu smiled: "I know nothing of the Lord of Heaven's side, but the Earl of Earth strikes me as rather thorny.
If I borrowed the Earl's power to resurrect Your Majesty, the Earl would certainly kill me himself.
" The figure in the black sand kept its silence.
Lady Tianyin fell into a dilemma of her own, unsure whether she ought to speak.
Back then, in order to keep the Earl of Earth under control, the Heavenly Emperor had taken advantage of the Earl's reincarnation and indulged the Heavenly Emperor's son in leading the demigods to strike at the reincarnated Earl. The reincarnated Earl was called Achou, and he had three children: his son and his eldest daughter were dashed to death, leaving only his youngest daughter, who fell into the Heavenly Emperor's hands when Achou stormed the Heavenly Court—becoming the handle by which the Emperor controlled him.
Though they addressed each other as sovereign and subject, a grudge had long been seeded between them.
The slovenly old Daoist slowly opened his eyes: "The Earl of Earth's daughter is still alive. She holds an extremely high position in the Heavenly Court. This matter should leave room for mediation.
" The figure in the black sand said: "There is also the Lord of Heaven.
He may not be willing to lend his power to resurrect me either.
" Shen Mu's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that the Heavenly Emperor had done the same sort of thing to the Lord of Heaven?
No wonder both the Lord of Heaven and the Earl of Earth were unwilling to mention this Ancient God Heavenly Emperor, and held his conduct in no small contempt. The Lord of Heaven would not even bring up that stretch of history. "The sins a man commits himself leave him no way to live.
" Shen Mu said: "Your Majesty, you appear to grasp all power in your hand, peerless under heaven, yet in truth your kin are estranged and your people have turned away.
When you found yourself in desperate straits, not a single person came to your rescue. " The figure in the black sand gave a snort but did not refute him.
Shen Mu said: "Then let the Dao Ancestor persuade the Earl of Earth's daughter, and let the daughter persuade the Earl of Earth.
As for the Lord of Heaven, I will think of another way.
As for the pressure on Jingping, I would ask Your Majesty to have the new Primordial Earth Mother bear it.
" The figure in the black sand snorted again, much displeased with the tone of his speech.
Shen Mu's eyes glimmered, and he said: "There is one more matter: the Venerable Yutian.
I wish to obtain the remaining wisp of Yutian's soul. " "Impossible! " The figure in the black sand shook his head decisively.
The slovenly old Daoist shook his head as well: "Impossible.
Yutian's soul is concealed in the Pixiang Hall; no one can possibly extract it. This matter. .
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" He glanced at the figure in the black sand and fell silent. Shen Mu frowned.
That wisp of remnant soul of Yutian was connected to the Ancient God Heavenly Emperor.
At the Yaochi Gathering back then, Yutian had been ambushed and killed, and the Ancient God Heavenly Emperor had ordered a search for Yutian's soul—but the Earl of Earth never found it. Shen Mu could well guess that Yutian's soul had shattered, but the remnant bearing his memories had actually been gathered away by the Heavenly Emperor; only he, by acting personally, could have kept the Earl of Earth in the dark.
And when the Heavenly Court changed hands, Yutian's remnant soul was hidden away in the Pixiang Hall, tied up, most likely, with the interests of every power under heaven—no longer something the Ancient God Heavenly Emperor or the Dao Ancestor could decide on their own.