Chapter 925 — The Creator's Enigma
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 1 of 4
Shen Mu gazed upward, murmuring under his breath—words of divination and numerology—while arcane runes whirled and danced around him, endlessly transforming, a wondrous sight to behold.
Qi Jiuyi felt a faint stir within. He knew Shen Mu was calculating the star orbits, unraveling the puzzle his eldest senior brother had left for him.
On the alien star's God-Slaying Platform among the remnants of the Chiming clan, Qi Jiuyi had seen a similar arrangement.
Back then, Wei Suifeng had left a small box within the astrological formation—a box containing the Mystic God-Slaying Saber, which Shen Mu had snatched away. It was also because of what Wei Suifeng had left behind that Shen Mu had Jing Ping make contact with the remnants of the Chiming era, and later return to the Hanging Realm alongside the Chixi deity; through this, Jing Ping was able to forge an alliance with the Hanging Realm.
"If I could solve the puzzle Wei Suifeng left behind before Sect Master Shen does, could I get my hands on the treasures Wei Suifeng left behind?"
At this thought Qi Jiuyi shook his head at once. On the alien star's God-Slaying Platform, both he and Zhe Huali had been working at the puzzle Wei Suifeng had left—yet Shen Mu had been the first to solve it.
"That fellow's mastery of divination was already above mine back then—over the years it must have grown even more unfathomable," he thought to himself.
Shen Mu let out a slow breath, smiled, and reached up a single finger to gently stir the sky. The stars began to revolve, their tracks shifting.
Some stars followed fixed orbits; others darted about like headless flies, in complete disorder.
At last the stars ceased their motion, and countless stars came together to form the shape of a flower bud.
Shen Mu flicked his finger lightly, and the stars moved again; the flower bud woven of starlight slowly unfurled.
"Superhuman skill!" That was the only thought left in everyone's mind.
That exclamation was praise for Shen Mu—and equally praise for Wei Suifeng, who had left behind this field of stars.
This pair of senior and junior brothers, Wei Suifeng and Shen Mu, had shown them the beauty of the Grand Starry Divination—truly superhuman, dazzling beyond compare!
The flower blossomed, and a ray of cinnabar-red light fell from it.
Shen Mu opened his palm, and the cinnabar-red light landed neatly in his hand. The radiance dispersed, leaving only a rhombic crystal over half an inch long.
Holding this extraordinary rhombic crystal between his fingers, Shen Mu lifted it to the starlight and examined it. Though stormy waves surged in his heart, his face remained placid as still water. He smiled and said, "Brother Qi, does this crystal not look very much like the one in the brow of that leader of the creators on the relief we just saw?"
Qi Jiuyi was briefly startled. Studying the red creation divine stone, he asked doubtfully, "Sect Master Shen, what are you trying to say?"
"Nothing."
Shen Mu put the cinnabar-red crystal away and said with a smile, "Perhaps it is not the same one. My eldest senior brother was active from twenty thousand years ago down to several thousand years ago. He liked to collect things and leave them for me. He and I are separated by several thousand—even twenty thousand—years, yet we have long since known each other. Most likely he found this gemstone beautiful and hid it here for me."
Qi Jiuyi itched to seize him by the neck and shake him hard until he coughed up his speculations.
He forced down the urge, but Yan'er had already stuffed a spirit pill into Shen Mu's hand and said, "Young Master, why not explain it in detail?"
Shen Mu passed the spirit pill to Long Qilin, glanced at the nine deities Qi Jiuyi had brought, and said with a smile, "Too many mouths make for loose talk—better left unsaid."
Qi Jiuyi waved a hand and said to the nine deities, "Withdraw for now. Return to the ship—we will follow shortly."