Chapter 1244 — I'll Give You Some Face
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 3
A moment before he had worn the face and bearing of an old farmer; now he seemed to have shed decades, from old age to the prime of life, and from the prime of life to youth, all corded muscle, his blood and qi like a rainbow — the very image of the man he had been when he followed the Founding Emperor, striving and fighting, staking life against life, a desperado who counted his own death cheap. The reason he had become an old farmer was that his heart had grown old.
Ever since the Founding Emperor abandoned the sentient beings of the Origin World, chose not to fight, and fled away to the Land of No Sorrow, Zhuo Cha had aged, becoming an old farmer who knew nothing but his fields and the hammering of Wentian Pavilion. And now, facing the Great Emperor's great hand, his hot blood had kindled again.
Niu Sanduo strode out, thunder rumbling and lightning flashing, and in a few steps reached the edge of the Ark of the Other Shore; he leapt, hurtling straight for the Great Emperor's hand. Di Yiyue came flying toward them and was struck back; Zhuo Cha spread his five fingers and gave a light support at the small of her back, dissolving the Great Emperor's force, and said in a low voice, "Those of the Lingxiao Realm and the Emperor Throne Realm, come up.
Fisherman, woodcutter, you two go back!
" Han Tang, the Fisherman Heavenly Master, wound in his rod and caught hold of the Woodcutter Saint, whose face flushed scarlet; gripping his great axe, he said, "I can still fight. .
. " Shitian, the Azure Emperor, Tian Shu and the others charged forward once more, one in purpose, barring the way before that great hand, killer move following killer move without end, and still they were forced back and back.
Just then, in the void, an enormous head slowly rose and thrust into the void, revealing the Great Emperor's colossal face, vaster still than that hand. His eyes slowly opened, both pupils blazing with a light beyond measure, as though two suns burned in their sockets.
The space between his brows split apart, revealing a deep cavity where the Taichu Primordial Stone had once been — but the stone had been shattered by Gong Yun, the Divine King. The Woodcutter Saint, standing on the ship, hastily looked down, and there in the Lotus Continent he saw the Great Emperor's imprisoned flesh still struggling to break free; from his vast and mighty thighs root after root had driven into the Lotus Continent, joined with the Great Void, so that for the moment he could not tear himself loose.
The Great Emperor's other hand rose and reached into the void.
Despair rose in every heart, and it was then that Shen Mu sprang up, and the Woodcutter Saint hurriedly reached out to seize him, yet was a step too late.
Di Yiyue and the others raised their heads and looked upon that face, towering above them by a height beyond knowing, and a deep helplessness welled up in their hearts. Yet at that very moment a small figure flew past among them, a peach-wood hairpin pinched in his fingers; the hairpin glinted, and pointing and tracing, he attacked the Great Emperor.
"Brother Mu!
" Di Yiyue cried out in a great panic and hurried in pursuit of Shen Mu, when suddenly the Great Emperor raised his palm and shouted, "Stop! " Shen Mu halted, the hairpin still pinched in his fingers; Di Yiyue caught up with him and threw herself across before him.
The Great Emperor's gaze fell upon the hairpin in Shen Mu's hand, and his voice came a little hoarse: "You have learned it? " Shen Mu nodded and smiled.
"I have.
" "Then I will give you some face.
" The Great Emperor's immeasurably vast face broke into a smile, and he chuckled, "We are not enemies sworn to kill one another; there is no need for us to fight to the death. I will not provoke you, and do not you provoke me; let our well water and our river water keep apart. Heavenly Venerable Mu, what say you?
" Shen Mu smiled.
"That is my thought as well.