Chapter 1108 — The Fate of a Single Meeting
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 3
During this time, several Flying Serpent Spirit Maidens came to clean the room. Shen Mu was forced to fool them with his divine sense and managed to get by.
But every night, a light automatically emanated from the guest room, which drew the attention of more Black Tortoise clansmen. When they went in to examine it, however, they could see nothing and could not tell where the light came from, leaving them uneasy and afraid.
Gradually, word spread among the clansmen that the guest room was haunted. After ten-odd days, Shen Mu finally felt his divine sense stabilize, and the Primordial Chaos Fluid within him had been mostly consumed.
He cast his inner vision upon his body and saw that this reborn flesh was like jade, with blood rich and red, vital qi and blood flourishing.
At the slightest movement, rosy mists rose from every part of him; nearly two thousand phantom ancient gods emerged from all over his body, their Dao sounds lingering around him. "The senior brother truly has extraordinary insight.
Using so much Primordial Chaos Fluid to reshape my body has greatly improved it! " He was overjoyed. "Not to be outdone, the senior brother is an old hand with far more experience than I. In my usual cultivation, I dare use at most a single drop of Primordial Chaos Fluid; I would never dare, as he did, to use a full vat of the primal essence to recast my flesh!
" Shen Mu then looked at his Primordial Embryo Divine Treasury. The reforged sun, moon, and stars were even more radiant; the sky hung like a mirror, the stars glittered, and the Nether Capital was so dark and profound that its depths could hardly be fathomed.
Each celestial palace gleamed as if new. Within them, Dao resonance lingered long, and all manner of Dao sounds merged into a harmonious symphony of the Great Dao, containing countless mysteries. "The senior brother is truly the most experienced! " Shen Mu sighed in admiration once more.
Having survived this tribulation, his Primordial Embryo Divine Treasury was now far grander than before. It had expanded further outward; his primordial qi surged like blazing fire sweeping across a wilderness, like mighty floods inundating heaven and earth, vast and billowing. His divine sense, however, had not improved much—only grown more tenacious than before.
Shen Mu let out a breath, stood up, withdrew the divine sense he had lodged in the Dragon Blood Treasure Tree, then went to the window and opened it to look outside. It was daytime outside. With a pulse of his divine sense, he drew the Dragon Blood Treasure Tree and the lantern into his brow, hiding them in the Shen Continent.
He opened the door and stepped out, thinking, "The Heavenly Emperor is dead, and the Heavenly Venerables are fighting over his body.
I still need to go see it—to meet Cloud Heavenly Venerable. . . " He slipped away from the Black Tortoise Heaven Palace and came onto the Heavenly River.
Suddenly, he saw that beneath the palace the current raced, and a black tortoise with a dragon's head was carrying the Black Tortoise Heaven Palace on its back upstream along the Heavenly River.
Shen Mu laughed heartily and called out, "Crown Prince Youming, do you recognize Mu Qing? " The black tortoise was Crown Prince Youming.
Feeling he had lost the treasure, he had taken it upon himself to punish himself by carrying the palace toward the Northern Polar Heaven.
On hearing this, he hurriedly slowed down and blurted, "Mu Qing? Are you Mu Heavenly Venerable? " Shen Mu smiled and nodded. "Indeed.
I was pursued by enemies and temporarily borrowed your precious residence to hide and recuperate from my wounds. I did not inform the master of the house. Forgive me.
" Crown Prince Youming said hastily, "Heavenly Venerable, do not blame yourself.