Chapter 1249 — Blood Stains That Lonely City
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 3
By the time Hu Mengdie broke free of that world, there was no one left at her side; every powerhouse she had brought had inexplicably become Shen Mu and died along the way, and only she remained unassimilated.
She passed through one world after another, her terror fading and her killing intent growing sharper: "My cultivation is strong; Mu Heavenly Master cannot assimilate me!
He is at his wit's end! " She no longer knew how many worlds she had crossed, until at last, bursting out of the final world, she abruptly found herself outside.
Hu Mengdie looked ahead, and there sat Shen Mu before her, his back to her. Behind Shen Mu, world upon world of dream lay nested together, great circles enclosing small, who knew how many layers deep, and haloes of light fell without cease from the crowns of those worlds down to the bottoms of the dream-worlds, cycling on and on, endless and inexhaustible.
A moment before, she had been flitting from one of Shen Mu's dream-worlds to the next.
Hu Mengdie's killing intent surged, but she dared not strike from behind, lest she fall once more into his dream-worlds.
She shifted her feet stealthily, trying to slip around to his front. Just then Shen Mu suddenly woke, opened his eyes, and looked at her with a smile.
"Mu Heavenly Master.
" Hu Mengdie ground her teeth; behind her the heavenly palace leapt forth, and her primordial spirit stood before the Lingxiao Hall, for her primordial spirit had already come before the Hall of Lingxiao.
Gods who cultivate to the Lingxiao realm must climb the steps before the Lingxiao Hall one by one, bearing matchless imperial might with every stride, and those who can mount the steps of the Lingxiao Treasure Hall to stand before its doors are all beings of the very highest aptitude.
She was such a being.
Shen Mu rose to his feet and said with a smile, "So we meet again.
Do you still remember who you are?
" Hu Mengdie was taken aback for a moment, then opened her mouth: "Of course I am—" Her mind went suddenly blank. She could not remember who she was, or why she had come here at all.
Hu Mengdie shook her head, and a vast dread rose in her heart: "Who am I, truly?
" Shen Mu said with a smile, "Do you still remember who I am?
" "You are Mu Heavenly Master!
" Hu Mengdie's eyes went wide, and even as the words left her mouth the memory of Mu Heavenly Master began to fade.
Panic seized her; of a sudden she bit down hard on the tip of her tongue, reached out and drew forth an enormously thick wooden stake, and slammed it booming into the earth, crying, "Wuwang City!
" The instant the stake pierced the ground, a clangorous ringing sounded from within the wood, and ring after ring of growth unfurled outward, wider and wider; the rings parted one from another, and layer upon layer of buildings emerged.
Hu Mengdie stirred her mana, rousing the might of her divine weapon, and in a moment the stake became a divine city of incomparable splendor, spanning thousands of li in every direction.
Its wooden houses were arrayed in circles, laid out in tier upon tier of patterns, three hundred and sixty-five inner circuits in all, and upon the houses were stamped intricate runes, and now every rune blazed alight.
Wuwang City had been refined by her from one of the thicker branches of the Yuan Wood. In the year the Earth Mother Yuanjun was slain, Xiao Heavenly Master snatched away the Yuan Wood, and the Yin Son of Heaven went to Xiao Heavenly Master to beg a portion of its branches and trunk.
Because Hu Mengdie's aptitude and talent were both exceedingly high and she was deeply favored, the Yin Son of Heaven cut off a length of trunk and bestowed it on her, and from that trunk she refined her weapon and forged the great artifact that was Wuwang City. The houses of Wuwang City were carved by her own hand out of the rings of growth, each stamped with the Dao patterns of Mingdu, and their power was tremendous.