Chapter 998 — Fleeing Helter-Skelter (Second Update!)
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 5
But would you really be so kindhearted?
I don't believe it.
You're far too crafty, boy.
" Shen Mu smiled faintly and said to the Divine King Langwan, "Elder Sister, let these Creators rest a while and recover their strength and consciousness. Once they've recovered, we'll go to the Land of No Sorrow. " The Divine King Langwan was startled.
"All the Creators go to the Land of No Sorrow? " Shen Mu nodded. "All the Creators go.
" The Divine King Langwan knitted her brows slightly.
"Isn't that rather too great a show of force?
" She did not want to say it outright, but Shujun could not hold back and voiced her true thoughts: "All the Creators go?
Surely you don't mean to go smash up your own ancestors' house? With an army at their gates, there's no telling what other ideas your ancestors might take into their heads. " Shen Mu laughed heartily and shook his head.
"I intend to make the Creator race sit down and talk with the Land of No Sorrow and Kaihuang. If we don't show the Creators' true strength, then even if Kaihuang agrees, his ministers may not agree to live in peace with the Creator race.
" His eyes flickered, and he said leisurely, "When two colossi speak, they must of course speak from equal strength.
" He felt a stir of excitement in his heart.
"Best of all if we scare Kaihuang so badly he wets himself!
" The Divine King Langwan gave him a long, deep look, then sent her consciousness out to inform the leaders of every tribe to let all their people rest.
Three or five days later, the consciousness of the Creators who had taken part in the sacrifice had recovered to its peak.
The Divine King Langwan once more informed the tribal chiefs, ordering them to marshal their tribesfolk and set out with the whole tribe for the Land of No Sorrow. When the order came down, the Creators of every tribe were in a fever of excitement, rubbing their hands and talking all at once. "The Holy Infant is worthy of the name! He's going to move against the Land of No Sorrow!
" "We've long found Shen the Traitor an eyesore. The Holy Infant is a saint sent down from heaven, leading us to level the enemy's nest! " "Don't underestimate them.
A big-headed monster infant came from next door, and he's formidable. " "The Holy Infant can beat that monster infant till he cries for his mother!
" "Naturally. " . .
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Shen Mu and the Divine King Langwan stood on high ground, and as Shen Mu watched the Creator race marching with their whole households in tow, he could not help but frown deeply. Because the Creators cultivated consciousness and relied on visualization to wield their powers and refine their treasures, every one of them had different consciousness and different powers, and every one of them had a different mount.
It was normal enough to visualize dragons, phoenixes, and other exotic beasts as mounts, but plenty of them had visualized mounts of the strangest shapes. Chief Zili's mount, an enormous white silkworm, was already odd enough; others rode giant spiders, eight-clawed monstrosities, feathered serpents, great kun-fish—even a tree!
Beyond that, there were winged houses flying through the air, tower-ships, jeweled carriages, and people sitting inside giant eggs!
There were also enormous sacred relics flying through the starry void, carrying a hundred or so Creators apiece; some Creators simply sat atop planets, while behind them elders strained to push the planets racing forward, then leaped up and jumped inside the planets themselves, letting the planets carry them on toward the Land of No Sorrow! And many young Creators, their cultivation insufficient, had visualized wings for themselves and flew on beating wings.