Chapter 985 — The Holy Infant's Unspoken Sorrow
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 4
The Creators of the Xiu people were all too warm-hearted: not only did they seat him in the highest place, but they came to look him over, each pausing a long while before him, staring intently at the eye at his brow, then slowly nodding and withdrawing from the altar in transports of delight.
Shen Mu sat there obediently, letting them look their fill — after all, Xiu Zhong was standing right behind him, leaving him no chance at all to slip away.
"These Creators who fled into the Other Shore have indeed fallen!" In his mind, Shu Jun, borrowing his eyes to look around, was grieved to the heart.
Though the Creators of today were still organized in tribes, they were vastly different from his own day. The greatest change was in their architecture: the buildings here carried luxury and extravagance to the utmost, with carved beams and painted rafters, intricate and exquisite.
Moreover, palaces, towers, pavilions, and terraces rose and fell in varying heights, artfully arranged. The Creators had even visualized the mountains and rivers around them, adorning the terrain encircling this city in rich and varied hues — mountains, waters, trees, grasses, and flowers forming patterns like ink-and-wash paintings. Seen from the sky, it was the image of a Phoenix City, a phoenix spreading its wings in flight.
Shu Jun was so furious that his two eyeballs trembled, bouncing about in their sockets, as he chattered endlessly that this was a betrayal of tradition.
Yet what struck both him and Shen Mu as novel was that the Creators here had actually begun to visualize and even cultivate divine powers!
They saw many small children, about Shen Mu's height and only a few years old, striving to visualize divine powers, trying by visualization to draw out those powers' full might.
Creators of one or two years, even those just born, could cultivate — because they transmitted inherited wisdom by divine consciousness: when a Creator infant was born, an elder would come in person and use divine consciousness to impart to it the wisdom of the Creator race.
Thus even a newly born Creator infant could speak, write, and marshal its divine consciousness to cultivate — formidably strong.
There were also Creators of towering stature teaching these children knowledge of runes, instructing them in the principles hidden within those runes.
What astonished Shen Mu still more was that the Creators — whom he remembered as crude brutes who smashed people with great bone clubs — had actually begun to learn the forging of divine weapons and sharp tools!
Those Creators skilled in forging refined and visualized weapons by a method of forging with divine consciousness; weapons forged through a thousand hammerings and a hundred temperings of divine consciousness were scarcely inferior to divine weapons wrought from divine gold and divine iron!
"The Creators have gone through a vast reform, and are nearly keeping pace with this era."
Shen Mu could not help but secretly admire them: "They are far more advanced than primitives like Shu Jun — and far cleverer."
Shu Jun did not know his thoughts, or he would have flown into another rage.
Xiu Zhong said to Shen Mu: "I have already informed the other tribes of the Holy Infant's appearance. The chieftains of the Zili, Zhuqiu, Yanlong, Xiatai, and other tribes will all come; there will be a great celebration. When that time comes, the chieftains will set a small trial to verify whether you are the Holy Infant."
Uneasy, Shen Mu said: "A small trial? Is it dangerous?"
"Not dangerous — absolutely not dangerous!"
Xiu Zhong thumped his chest heavily, louder than a drumbeat, and chuckled: "You are the Holy Infant. How would they dare set too dangerous a trial?"
Shen Mu was reassured.
Xiu Zhong said: "Coming this time as well is the common sovereign of all our Creator tribes, to bear witness to this great event! She is our king — the one and only Divine King of Creation!"