Chapter 1235 — The Old Senior Who Set the Formation
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 3
"Yet my soldiers grew sick of killing. So I sealed them in, to be trapped here to death over the twenty thousand years to come.
Still, I am a playful sort, and I left them one weak place in the seal, and gave them hope.
" The faces on the six walls of the cubic prison were delighted, their very smiles distorted: "With hope, they would burrow into that trap, and then they would spend the whole of their lives trying to open the seal. And one by one they died inside it!
Hee hee hee hee—" "Killing them all would have been too much trouble and too much time. Letting them die themselves meant I never had to dirty my hands! " The smiles on those six faces grew more twisted still, so twisted that even the eyes were deformed: "In the end, every last one of the Heavenly Artisan God Clan was dead!
Hee hee hee hee! They were so foolish, moths to the flame, walking into the net on their own, each one plunging into that road which seemed to offer escape. Not one of them got out alive!
" He laughed aloud: "After I left this place, I made up my mind to go and find you, and little did I expect that you would run off to the Buddhist realm and become a bald donkey!
Yes. You destroyed Kaihuang's Heavenly Artisan God Clan, so you were emptied of the four marks, you were left utterly alone, ha ha ha ha, and you stopped seeking revenge! Indeed, how was it that you cut the threads of the dust of the world so utterly and took refuge in the Buddhist gate?
Because you believed that the one who annihilated your clansmen was the Red Emperor—" "But it was me! " His voice, coming from every direction, was filled with pride: "It was me, Heavenly Lord Han of the Heavenly Court's Rampart Formation! " Emperor Shitian Li Youran was furious beyond measure, and was about to wake from the dream, when at that very moment Shen Mu's voice rang out, piercing into his dream: "Buddha King, I have come to stand guard over your dharma. You need only concentrate on repairing the Ark of the Other Shore.
" His consciousness burst forth, driving the Scripture of Immeasurable Kalpas, and Emperor Shitian Li Youran sank into the dream once more.
Shen Mu rose, and looked without expression at the faces on the six walls of the cubic prison: "Heavenly Lord Han of the Heavenly Court's Rampart Formation, you are still mistaken.
The Heavenly Artisan God Clan was not exterminated. " "Heavenly Venerable Mu?
" Heavenly Lord Han's gaze fell upon him, and with it eighteen gazes in all, giving one an exceedingly uncomfortable feeling.
All six of his faces smiled: "So it is Heavenly Venerable Mu. Heavenly Venerable Mu consorting with traitors, is he plotting rebellion and making trouble?
Can it be that you are a descendant of the Heavenly Artisan God Clan?
No, you are a descendant of the rebel Shen Ye. . . " Another of his faces laughed: "Inside my great seal, killing a Heavenly Venerable ought to count for nothing at all, I should think?
" "Kill Heavenly Venerable Mu, and the Heavenly Court's Ten Heavenly Venerables will be beside themselves with joy.
Promotion and riches for me!
" His other faces brightened, and one after another they laughed: "Promotion and riches, and more than that! They will grant us glory and wealth beyond exhausting, and it may even be our chance to ascend to the Emperor's Throne!
" He laughed aloud, and the six vast continents, like an incomparably viscous slurry, dripped from six different directions toward the Ark of the Other Shore at the center. These six continents had actually become six giant water droplets!
Shen Mu looked toward those six great water droplets.
Every droplet was exceedingly turbid; yet what made up the droplets was not mud, but cubes, one upon another. The whole "droplet" was composed of cubes arranged in order, and within each cube stood a god or a devil, arms spread, limbs splayed, standing inside the cube.