Chapter 1347 — The Original Returns to Its Owner
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 3 of 3
" The Grand Emperor sneered, "You should not remain in the Ancestral Court at all now; you should leave at once and seek out Great Brahma, and use his Buddhist dharma to refine away the baleful aura, or you will surely die. All the world's comings and goings are for profit, all for profit. Neither I nor Mu Tianzun is a man of his word, but there is one principle in which we are much alike: when interests align, we are allies; when interests part, we part. He wishes to borrow my domain, and so he will not harm me. Enough—take me to the Great Black Wood and wait for him there! " Shen Mu strolled along the whole way, taking in the splendors of the Ancestral Court.
The Ancestral Court of today was far finer than when he had first come here in those years—holy places everywhere, birdsong and fragrant blossoms, great beasts roaming at their ease, a feast for the eyes and the heart. Before he knew it, he had come at last to the Hundred Thousand Black Mountains, and there before him stood a great seal. Shen Mu walked up and said with a smile, "Elder Brother, you have waited long.
" The Grand Emperor gave a cold snort: "Call me Grand Emperor.
" Shen Mu smiled slightly, hoisted him onto his back, and walked into the Hundred Thousand Black Mountains.
Ahead, a big-headed youth came striding over, and called out from afar with a laugh, "Mu Tianzun, why were you gone so long?
There's something you probably don't know yet—that bastard little brat the Grand Emperor has gone and picked a fight with the Four Tianzuns, and what a beating he took.
. . torn limb from limb, arms and legs dropping out of the sky, a joy to behold. . . What's that you're carrying on your back? "