Chapter 1022 — The Illusory Dream of Dutian
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 5 of 5
. Sister Yan'er, was that really a dream? " Yan'er thought a moment, then laughed. "It must be that your store of accumulation has ripened, and so you broke through naturally and cultivated the God-Slaying Terrace.
Try again, and see whether you can step into the Jade Capital City of your heavenly palace. " The Old Demon of Dutian tried, and shook his head.
"I cannot enter.
" Yan'er laughed. "There, you see.
Your accumulation has not yet come, and so the dream is still a dream. Young master, Dutian is here!
" Shen Mu was in the garden ahead, jesting with the Divine King Langwan and Yun Chuxiu, while the Dragon Qilin sprawled nearby with a little bottle hanging at its neck—the Gourd-Heaven Bottle.
Shen Mu turned his head and said with a smile, "Brother Dutian, I have turned it over this way and that, and I am not familiar with your demon subjects; if I were to manage them for you, it would cost me care and spirit.
You had best not go to Taixu; stay and look after them. " The Old Demon of Dutian again wanted to kneel, but remembering Yan'er's warning, he bowed instead and said, "Many thanks, Venerable.
" "Call me Sect Master, still. " Shen Mu said with a half-smile, "You said you would repay my kindness in your next life. This is your next life.
" The Old Demon of Dutian's mind roared; he stared at him dumbstruck, only to see Shen Mu once more laughing and joking with those two lovely girls, cold as ice and snow.
"Was that not a thing that happened in the dream?
" he thought, all in a muddle.