Chapter 1033 — Looking Back on a Former Spring, Like a Dream
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 1 of 4
"Does a man who cultivates the sword dao sense a peak that can never be climbed, never be crossed?"
The Blind Elder and the Silent Craftsman exchanged a glance, and resolved to keep hidden the matter of their having cursed Kaihuang to his very face. The Blind Elder chuckled. "Luckily, no such peak exists in the dao of formations. I have never seen such a thing."
The Silent Craftsman shook his head. "In the dao of forging, I have never seen such a thing either. You sword cultivators are a truly pitiable lot. Strange, though—why have I never heard Shen'er speak of this?"
Hearing him mention Shen Mu, the Village Head's tone soured. "Shen'er fears neither heaven nor earth; he cannot sense that peak at all. And with a temper as coarse as his, even if he did sense it, he would simply climb up and piss on it! Kaihuang's sword dao is far too strong. I reckon that with one step further, his sword dao will be branded into the cosmos itself—he will be the first ever to use a postnatal Great Dao to reverse-verify the innate."
The Silent Craftsman and the Blind Elder were shaken to the core. To brand oneself upon the cosmic void, to reverse-verify the innate—what manner of realm was that?
"The sword dao, the saber dao, formations, forging—these are all Great Daos created by postnatal living beings. They do not belong to the innate. And Kaihuang's sword dao, cultivated to its utmost, is simply too strong."
The Village Head said, "Anyone who cultivates the sword dao can sense him with perfect clarity. There is no ignoring what he has achieved in the sword dao. I can feel that he is not far from its peak. Perhaps he is the first man to brand a postnatal Great Dao upon the cosmic void. Having come that far, to call him Sovereign of the Sword Dao would be no exaggeration."
The Blind Elder and the Silent Craftsman trembled inwardly. The height the Village Head described was far too lofty. Each of them had his own strengths and his own achievements, yet neither could imagine what terrifying comprehension and creative power it would take to brand one's own Great Dao upon the cosmic void.
The Village Head sighed. "I wonder how Shen'er is faring in the Heavenly Court. When I think of the humiliations and the endless obstructions he must suffer at the hands of the Heavenly Court's gods, I..."
His eyes reddened. He hurriedly stopped speaking of Shen Mu and changed the subject. "What brings you two here, anyway?"
"Shen'er is back!"
The Blind Elder laughed. "Word came from the Pig Butcher: two days ago Shen'er went to the Surging River Academy, and the Pig Butcher drove him off! It will not be long now before Shen'er arrives here!"
An inexplicable agitation seized the Village Head, and his eyes reddened again. "Shen'er is back? It is good that he is back, good that he is back... Wait. You are saying that the moment Shen'er returned he went to see the Pig Butcher, and did not come to see us? So he truly does dote on that butcher more. And after we wiped his shit and cleaned his piss raising him..."
The Silent Craftsman chuckled. "When he comes back to see us, we must give him a proper welcome!"
The Village Head and the Blind Elder both nodded.
The Heavenly Dragon Treasure Palanquin drew near the Heavenly Sage Academy. Within it, Shen Mu, God King Langwan, and Shu Jun had at last refined the Grand Emperor's divine consciousness from the bottle. Each of the three took a share. Langwan claimed the Grand Emperor's divine consciousness for herself, transforming it into her own cultivation, and her strength surged.