Chapter 902 — Old Survivors of the Yuan Realm in a Desolate Village
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 4
In the chaos, several gods discovered him and gave chase. Qikang, Human Sovereign, sneered coldly: "Think my second life is lived for nothing? I've consulted the Divine Leg!"
His swift legs moved like wind. Under the dimming sky he raced away, leaving a trail of thunderclaps in his wake.
"That one who calls himself the Lame Elder—his Divine Leg is fine, but he does love to show off. When he runs, he always leaves a string of thunder..."
Qikang, Human Sovereign, felt helpless. He had learned the Heaven-Stealing, Day-Swapping Mystic Art from the Lame Elder. The Sky-Skimming Divine Leg was excellent in every way—except that it rumbled with thunder when one ran.
In those years the Lame Elder had stolen from all under heaven, and no one could catch him. Thus he had developed a flamboyant nature. When his victims gave chase, the Lame Elder would often leave a string of thunderclaps and vanish, and his pursuers could only follow the trail of white smoke he left behind.
But now it was several Heavenly gods pursuing Qikang, Human Sovereign. Leaving behind thunderclouds was practically pointing the way for them.
Qikang, Human Sovereign, ran for more than ten days. He was long since exhausted, his vital essence depleted, unable to run any further. That he had escaped from several Heavenly gods until now was already a remarkable feat.
"The Heavenly Sage Academy is nearby..."
He could hold on no longer. He fell from the sky. Ahead lay the Heavenly Sage Academy, but all around it drifted a white fog.
Qikang, Human Sovereign, landed in the fog and struggled toward the Heavenly Sage Academy, but saw figures standing motionless within the mist.
He walked up to one figure and could not help but shudder. The person's head was gone, and from the neck grew a vividly blooming flower.
By the attire, it should have been a Heavenly general.
Ahead was another person whose body was overgrown with green vines. The vines coiled around his bones, no flesh or blood remaining, and two leaves sprouted from the eye sockets of his skull.
There was also a Heavenly god with a large mushroom growing from his neck. Seeing him approach, the mushroom actually drew its roots from the god's neck and, waving its root tendrils, drifted slowly past Qikang, Human Sovereign.
The flying mushroom popped and sputtered, expelling white fog, and the fog was full of exceedingly tiny spores.
"This fog is poisonous..."
Qikang, Human Sovereign, immediately felt numbness spread through his body. His frame stiffened, and it seemed countless things were burrowing out from his throat.
"Jade-Faced Poison King—" he cried out, though his voice was very faint.
Behind him, the several Heavenly gods who had been pursuing him walked up and sneered: "Run. Why don't you run?"
Qikang, Human Sovereign, was completely rigid, unable to move. From the nostrils of Daoist Lin Xuan on his back, a tender green sprout popped out with a soft sound.
"It's over..." Qikang, Human Sovereign, felt something climbing up his leg bones—the root tendrils of some poisonous thing, growing within his body.
In the fog, the footsteps of those Heavenly gods also gradually slowed. Suddenly one god coughed violently, spewing mushrooms from his mouth. The mushrooms drifted past before him, silent and soundless.
"The fog is poisonous!" he roared.
Suddenly, both his eyes dropped from their sockets, replaced by two large mushrooms, comfortably lodged in his eye sockets.
And yet the god seemed unaware.
The flesh and blood of his legs were replaced by vines, and he felt nothing.
His feet were taking root. The man seemed to have become many strange plants, rooted in fertile soil.
His companions were much the same—bodies rigid, their primal spirits and divine treasuries lush and verdant, overgrown with all manner of poisonous things.