Chapter 977 — The Far Side of Nothingness
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 4
Luo Wushuang remembered that when they had come upon the city the night before, sand had likewise been swirling up in the desert, and then the city had appeared. He was truly frightened, not knowing what it was he had wolfed down the night before.
On the seventh night they met an old woman blocking the road, a child in one hand, a basket on her other arm; she knelt and bowed to the ground, pushed the basket to Shen Mu's feet, and kowtowed to them both like one pounding garlic. Shen Mu said, "Rest easy, madam.
I accept what is in the basket. One day I will open a Nether Capital here, and give you all a place to go.
" The old woman raised her head, grinned wide, and then, leading the child, dissolved into cold wind and vanished into the darkness.
Luo Wushuang could not help but doubt, and asked, "Tyrant Body Shen, what is the meaning of these Creators appearing along the road? And why did you tell them you would establish a Nether Capital here?
" "Those are Creators who died in the desert. " Shen Mu picked up the basket, lifted the cloth that covered it, and said, "They died here with nowhere for their souls to go.
By day they must endure the scorching sun; only at night can they come out.
To build a Nether Capital is to give them a place to belong. " Luo Wushuang was still puzzled.
"The heavenly laws of the Great Void are incomplete.
When Creators here die, they all turn into Great Void monsters. Why have the ghosts of these Creators not become monsters?
" "Probably because their strength was too great. The city lord of the ghost city back there, and the old woman who blocked our path: when they died, their heroic spirits did not scatter, their divine consciousness did not disperse, and they could guard themselves, even their clansmen, from being transmuted by the Great Void.
The reason I said I would open a Nether Capital here is also that they are too strong. " Shen Mu lifted out what was in the basket. It was a tiny bottle, at whose mouth divine consciousness, nearly condensed into substance, flowed and sealed what lay inside. He laughed.
"Had I not agreed to them, I fear we would not have walked out of this desert alive. " Luo Wushuang felt a chill in his heart; he had not considered so much. "Then will Tyrant Body Shen help them build a Nether Capital?
" he asked.
"Your promise to build a Nether Capital was merely a stopgap.
To build a Nether Capital in the Great Void is as hard as climbing to heaven.
" Shen Mu examined the bottle.
"The reason they stopped us is precisely that I can build a Nether Capital.
" Luo Wushuang was baffled. Shen Mu did not explain. Hidden in the third eye of his brow was the Shen-Character Continent, forged from fragments of Tubo's horns; for others, building a Nether Capital was an impossible thing, but for him it was not impossible.
After all, both Mingdu and Fengdu were forged from Tubo's horns, and like the Shen-Character Continent, they were fragments of Tubo's horns.
Only, Shen Mu did not yet have the strength to turn Tubo's horn into a world, and he was not a divine son of the Nether Capital; if Shen Fengqing were here, it would be simple enough. He studied the divine-consciousness seal at the bottle's mouth.
The seal was peculiar, composed of divine consciousness; through it one could see that the bottle seemed to hold a vast ocean, and at the slightest shake the waters within surged, towering waves and furious swells, a fearsome sight. Shen Mu tried to send his vital essence into the bottle, but the divine-consciousness seal at its mouth repelled it. "Of course.
They are Creators; divine consciousness is what should be used.
" He stirred his divine consciousness, and it passed through the seal at the bottle's mouth.