Chapter 965 — The Uncanny Daoist
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 4
He ventured, "You mean the divine dragon you visualized could withstand the Fire Heavenly Sovereign's divine power and survive? That cannot be. You do not have such tremendous strength. " Shen Mu took out some spirit medicine seeds and scattered them on the ground, then worked his art. The seeds sprouted and grew with astonishing speed, and soon a whole herb garden spread out before them. "It cannot live through it, but it will be reborn. " As he worked, he said, "In this strange place, Taixu, things created by visualization have a strange property: once shattered, they reassemble. The Taixu monsters are like that.
The consciousness they use to revive is the consciousness of the whole world of Taixu.
So I guess that the divine dragon may have died in the city, but it will be reborn through Taixu's consciousness. Because the entire world of Taixu was visualized into being by the Creators with their consciousness; as long as Taixu endures, these visualized beings will have an endless supply of consciousness to revive them.
Of course, once they leave Taixu, they are easy enough to kill. " The herbs ripened. He began to harvest them and store them up for later use.
Watching his technique, Luo Wushuang thought he handled it like a very skilled herbalist, while his method of roasting and refining the herbs was that of an alchemist. He thought to himself, "Shen the Overlord Body has truly dabbled in everything. " These days Shen Mu had been wounded many times, and the herbs were consumed quickly; Luo Wushuang was an even greater consumer, for healing the wound in his Heavenly Palace would require still more spirit medicine. "The divine dragon I visualized—though I only visualized the creature—my consciousness was in effect contributed to Taixu.
Taixu thereby gained an extra measure of consciousness, enough to constitute the energy of a divine dragon. There must be a law of conservation of consciousness-matter in this world, so even if it dies, Taixu will revive it. " Shen Mu put the herbs away and continued on his way, saying with full confidence, "After it revives, it may well come after us again. Right now it is probably behind us, following our trail.
Everything that has happened since we came here has confirmed my guess.
My guesses are always accurate.
" He thought of Yun Chuxiu and Lian Huahun, and the corner of his eye twitched. His confidence wavered a little.
As for the identities of those two women, he had guessed wrong. Luo Wushuang asked, "You are skilled in visualization too. Why not simply visualize spirit pills and wonder drugs directly, instead of using the art of creation to grow them?
" The corner of Shen Mu's eye twitched again.
He looked somewhat dispirited, and there was bitterness in his heart. He said in a low voice, "My consciousness is not strong enough. I am only at the level of a newborn infant Creator.
I have failed the name of the Overlord Body.
. . " Luo Wushuang was astonished.
This fellow Shen Mu had always given him and everyone else the impression of a confidence like a torrential downpour, sweeping and boundless, or like a flood that once loosed could not be contained. How had he turned modest now? And not merely modest, but dejected, crushed, unable to rally.
He did not know that in the eye at the center of Shen Mu's brow dwelt a Creator who belittled Shen Mu every day, telling him how worthless his consciousness was; and in time Shen Mu himself had come to believe his consciousness truly was worthless, and so he was somewhat self-abasing. But in the blink of an eye Shen Mu was full of confidence again. He laughed.
"Fortunately I am an Overlord Body. So long as I work hard enough, my consciousness will soon grow to the level of a grown Creator, and it will only grow stronger!
I will become another Great Emperor!
" Luo Wushuang had not had much contact with him, and this was the first time he had seen the fellow's blind faith in the Overlord Body.