Chapter 1004 — The Mottled Sword, the Mottled Heart
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
And now it is swift no longer, and my sword and my heart alike have gone cold! " As though he had fallen into madness, he performed the second form of Kaihuang's sword Dao, the Taiming Heaven-Matching Sword.
The vision of a rust-eaten Taiming Heaven rising into being around Shen Mu was overwhelming to behold.
Having performed the move, Yan Rinuan could no longer contain the fury in his heart; he flung the rusty sword far away with a sweep of his arm. The instant it left his hand he regretted it; he ran over, picked the sword back up, and, weeping, ground it beside the stream. Shujun came up and asked in wonder, "What is the matter with this man? " "His Dao heart has been wounded.
" Shen Mu said, "Let us go take a look at Qingming Heaven.
" Shujun hesitated.
"The Daoist methods and divine abilities of the Worry-Free Land seemed novel at first, but after reading the texts of two great academies, I find a great deal of repetition.
Holy Infant, there is no need to visit the academies of the other heavens. " Shen Mu smiled.
"It will do no harm to look.
" Shujun had no choice but to follow him.
The two came to Qingming Heaven, and before they had even found where Qingming Heaven's academy lay, they saw an old man by the roadside burning paper before a grave, bowed to the ground and wailing, "Shen Ye, dead in the flower of your youth, so miserably —" Shujun laughed.
"Old fellow, I once had a friend as bold as you, who dared to insult the Great Emperor. When I went to visit him the next year, the grass on his grave mound stood taller than a man. "