Chapter 1172 — The Heavens Like Humble Earth
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 3
" Shen Mu leisurely watched the huge eyes that appeared and vanished all around him, thinking, "And it knows that I habitually store my treasures in the Shen Continent, so it can take the chance to absorb those divine stones and be born sooner!
But once I find an ancient vein, why would I put the divine stones I acquire in the Shen Continent? Heh heh.
. .
" The void beast traveled for two days before arriving at an ancient ore vein.
Shen Mu's spirits surged; just as he was about to leap down from the bone mountain, a gaping abyssal mouth suddenly opened in the ground below, and a flying tongue lashed toward him like a waterfall. A chill ran down Shen Mu's spine.
He hurriedly activated his divine sense and filled the belly of the void beast hiding underground with sharp spikes. The beast, in pain, fled through the void.
The back of Shen Mu's neck was drenched in cold sweat. Void beasts were truly formidable—an adult's strength should lie between the Jade Capital and Empyrean realms, and Yan'er could fully match one. But beasts like this appeared and vanished unpredictably, impossible to guard against. Even a strong practitioner at the Great Perfection of the Empyrean realm like Yan'er would die on the spot if ambushed by a void beast!
He swept his divine sense through the void, driving away all the void beasts lurking nearby.
Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief and call Dragon Qilin and Yan'er down. "This vein should be one of the five most ancient ore veins. Stay close to me—I'll use the Azure Sky Canopy to protect us. " Dragon Qilin and Yan'er hurriedly followed him.
Shen Mu guarded the Azure Sky Canopy and stepped into the vein, saying, "Because the Primordial Vein contains vast amounts of Primordial Divine Stones, it is fraught with perils.
Even the eight ancient gods who carried a coffin in died there. Fortunately we have the Azure Sky Canopy, which answers whatever we seek; otherwise we would die too.
" Yan'er wondered, "Why is the young master talking to himself?
" She did not know that Shen Mu was not talking to himself, but to the ancient god egg inside the Azure Sky Canopy. He intended to win the ancient god egg's protection, so his words seemed strange. This ancient mine lay among massive mountains, their peaks steep as walls.
Once inside, all around was a vast blur of chaos—like darkness, yet like light, but one could not see far. In that chaotic vastness, a few sparse plants grew, rooted in the chaotic qi.
Astonishingly, those plants bore dragon scales, each scale brilliant with light.
Shen Mu leaned close to look and saw his own five viscera and six bowels!
He was startled.
"There is something odd about this plant—could it even turn into a divine dragon and fly away? " He also saw some plants flowering and bearing fruit, but not knowing their medicinal properties, he did not dare pick them carelessly.
"Who knows whether they can be used as medicine? Grandpa Alchemist's fortune has come.
If he came here, his medical arts might well advance another step, and my Healing Heaven Palace would be within reach! " As they went deeper into the vein, Shen Mu suddenly stepped on a withered bone.
Frowning slightly, he surged his primal qi and forced the surrounding chaotic qi aside.
That chaotic qi was incomparably heavy; even a wisp of it was as weighty as a mountain, and Shen Mu found it exhausting to push back. Then he saw, lying at the bottom of the mine, the bones of Creators, one after another! Every corpse, without exception, faced the entrance, as if something terrible had happened inside the workings—the Creators mining the lode had fled madly, yet died on the way before they could escape!
Shen Mu frowned deeply, stood one of the skeletons up, and examined it for wounds, but found none. "How did these Creator miners die?