Chapter 902 — Old Survivors of the Yuan Realm in a Desolate Village
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
He hesitated, then said: "I think the founding patriarch of the Heavenly Sage Cult may be the most powerful person from the fall of the Kaihuang era to the present Jingping era."
Granny Zhu shook her head: "That patriarch was an absentee leader. After founding the Heavenly Sage Cult, he vanished without a trace. He cannot be very strong. That he could cultivate to godhood at all is thanks to his ancestors' blessings."
Qikang, Human Sovereign, was taken aback. He scratched his head and said: "He may have already cultivated to the Imperial Throne realm—the only existence at the Imperial Throne realm in all of Jingping."
The group was shocked.
The Village Chief said: "You mean he was sunk in the river by Qingdi of the Eastern Heaven and merged with the ghost ship?"
Qikang, Human Sovereign, nodded.
The Village Chief said decisively: "Then there is no saving him!"
The group was puzzled. The Village Chief explained: "Shen once told me about the ghost ship. He said it was only by relying on the divine powers of the Four Ancient Gods and the strength of the most powerful army of gods and demons from antiquity that he broke the ghost ship's power and walked out alive. Wei Suifeng has merged with the ghost ship—where would one find the Four Ancient Gods? Don't even think of saving him. He is dead beyond any doubt."
Granny Zhu frowned.
The Butcher laughed: "Best to tell Shen about this. Whether to save him or not, let him decide."
Granny Zhu breathed a sigh of relief, then worried again: "Who knows where that little scoundrel Shen has run off to?"
Qikang, Human Sovereign, said hastily: "He is still in the Wasteland Ruins, probably near Crimson Dragon City! When we passed through there, there were Heavenly Court armies saying they had orders to encircle and suppress the Divine Son of Youdu!"
The Village Chief thought for a moment, then said decisively: "Lame Elder, you go notify Shen. You are the fastest, and also the most cowardly—the moment a fight starts, you run. There is no place for you here anyway."
The simple and honest Lame Elder snorted, somewhat displeased.
The Blind Elder said with concern: "Lame Elder, be careful on the road. Don't die."
"I haven't even robbed the Heavenly Court yet—how could I die?"
The Lame Elder laughed heartily and vanished in a flash. A string of thunderclaps came from the distance—he was already several hundred li away.
"That fellow runs damn fast!" the group exclaimed in admiration.
The Lame Elder raced on. After several days and nights he arrived near Crimson Dragon City. He looked around but found no trace of Shen Mu. Then he saw the sky suddenly brilliant with stars—abruptly, in an instant, a radiant river of stars emerged.
The Lame Elder was startled. The stars in the sky grew more numerous and larger, and from afar came the faint sound of war drums.
Those stars soon became distinguishable to the naked eye—they were ancient gods, utterly different from humans, like ancient deities stepping out of myth and legend, halos behind their heads like stars.
"Spread the net of heaven and earth! Capture the Divine Son of Youdu!" A thunderous voice came from the sky.
The Lame Elder's heart stirred. He followed the direction of the star river's flow, and from afar saw boundless darkness like a massive black pot overturned upon the Yuan Realm, shrouding countless tens of thousands of li.
Within the darkness, countless Heavenly soldiers and generals drove tower ships and great vessels in a charge, the radiance of all manner of divine powers tearing through the dark.
Within the torn darkness, a deity with three heads and six arms was slaughtering freely, drawing nearly thirty percent of the Heavenly Court's forces sent down to this realm.
The Lame Elder shrank his neck: "Is that Shen? The Shen who fought me over candied hawthorns when we were children?"