Chapter 1054 — The Young Sect Master
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 4
The Western Emperor pondered a while. "Since the Earth Earl knows her identity, I have nothing more to say. The Earth Earl is far craftier than the four of us Emperors; in all his life, he suffered a great loss only at the hands of the Heavenly Emperor. But I still wish to caution you, Celestial Venerable — you do not understand the Primordial Age. I understand that age, and it fills me with dread. The Creators were the masters of the Primordial Age; even the ancient gods were dominated and enslaved by them."
"Even the ancient gods were dominated and enslaved by the Creators?" A chill ran through Shen Mu's heart. He looked at the lovely face of the incomparably beautiful woman in the carriage, and only after a long moment did he look away. "Your Majesty, please remain."
He boarded the palanquin. Dragon Qilin, in human form, took the reins, with Yan'er standing beside him. Dragon Qilin gave a thunderous cry, and the celestial dragons soared into the sky, flying toward the Spirit-Energy Transfer Bridge behind Celestial Rampart City.
God King Langwan's gaze was remote as she looked out the window. "What the Western Emperor told you — do you believe it?"
Shen Mu let his gaze rest on her face and said with a composed mien, "Sister, do you think I should believe it?"
God King Langwan fell silent and made no answer.
"I believe it." Shen Mu turned grave. "A lone Creator is not strong, but when adult Creators number more than ten thousand, the power of their sacrifices can already contend with the mighty of the Heaven-Soaring Realm, or even the Emperor's Throne Realm. When the Creators reach a hundred thousand, their sacrificial power grows greater still. And if a million, ten million, even a hundred million were to offer sacrifice at once, enslaving and dominating the ancient gods would be nothing out of the ordinary. So the Western Emperor did not lie."
God King Langwan drew back her gaze. "Do you, too, feel dread toward the Creator race?"
Shen Mu shook his head and said airily, "I am a Creator myself; why should I feel dread?"
God King Langwan studied him with utmost seriousness. "The Grand Emperor was also a Creator, and he too felt dread toward the Creators — so much so that he did not hesitate to destroy the entire race."
"But I am not the Grand Emperor." Shen Mu shifted his gaze to the Spirit-Energy Transfer Bridge, drawing ever nearer beyond the window, and said softly: "The age in which the Creators ruled the cosmos and the primordial wilds has passed. The Creators of today are nothing but a band of homeless wretches. Sister, you too are one of those wretches. Only by blending into the present age can any of you find a road to survival — and that includes you."
The Celestial Dragon Palanquin gradually slowed as it made for the Spirit-Energy Transfer Bridge.
"I have already located the ancestral seat of the Creators," Shen Mu said, withdrawing his gaze and meeting God King Langwan's eyes. "I still need to fix its exact position, and I also need to learn what sort of seal it is under. But what I promised you, I will never go back on. I will make the Creator race leave the Other Shore and return to this world."
God King Langwan pondered for a moment. "Are you not afraid the Creator race will return to its place of dominance?"
"No." Shen Mu leaned back. "You can no longer go back. Even if you find the ancestral seat, you can no longer go back. Shujun, the God King of the Primordial Age, has already accepted this fact, but you, the God King of the present age, have not."
God King Langwan was silent for a while, then said, "Tell me first the general location of the ancestral seat."
Shen Mu's vital energy coalesced into a star chart of the great cosmos, marking the site of the sealed ancestral seat. God King Langwan rose to her feet, and Shen Mu hastily warned, "I have only located the general area — I have not found the precise position!"