Chapter 1321 — Demonic Miasma at the Mine's Depths
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 3 of 3
So Xiu Hongsu had no choice but to withdraw. Look there — that is the treasure Her Highness refined. " Shen Mu looked, and indeed he could make out the shape of a treasure: a flying shuttle, already phantom, a thing of form without substance. Even a treasure forged by a Heavenly Venerable could not withstand the strangeness of this place!
He sighed. "Xiuxiu has lost a chance. Thank you, Little Seven, for telling me all this. " They had reached the deepest part of the mining district. Here the mist was thicker, and the searching gods were nowhere to be seen; now and then, though, one could pass straight through the bodies of divine beings already turned phantom.
These gods stood there, motionless, senseless and unfeeling, without desire or want. The white cat chuckled.
"The reason I have told you so much is that you are about to die, Heavenly Venerable Mu!
" Shen Mu said with all sincerity, "Your words are hard to hear, but they are true.
If I found that raw stone, I fear I should be turned to nothing in an instant, and cease to be. " The white cat shook his head, and suddenly rose slowly upright, turning into a divine general in silver armor with a silver spear, of fair and handsome features; he turned, leveled the silver spear at Shen Mu, and smiled. "That is not what I meant.
What sport is there in your dying by the raw stone?
My aim is to do away with you myself!
" He said mildly, "You once made a fool of me — let me believe I had taken the vertical eye from your brow and the Heavenly Emperor's eggshell with it, so that the six great Heavenly Venerables fought over me and I nearly lost my life! A gentleman may wait ten years for his revenge; I mean to take mine in person!
" Hatred shone in his eyes. "Besides — you keep too close to Her Highness! Her Highness is mine! Trusting to your pretty face, you mean to take her from me — and so you can only die!
" "I have a pretty face? " Shen Mu's heart bloomed with joy, and he could not help touching his own cheek. Consort Yan had battered him until he had nearly lost all confidence in himself, and now a single sentence from the white cat Little Seven filled him brimful with confidence again.