Chapter 1349 — He Who Rears Men Is Made Livestock
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 1 of 3
Shen Mu walked up to him, unfastened his robe and draped it over his shoulders, and said with a smile: "I, too, have need of a champion who dares to strive and fight, who dares even to give his life for the Creator race. Stay. The Primordial Age is past; the Creators still have a future. " Shu Jun looked at him, his gaze somewhat bewildered, and murmured: "Celestial Venerable Mu, you are not truly one of the Creators.
. .
" Shen Mu laughed heartily: "Anyone who fears neither hardship nor peril, who dares to remake heaven and earth, who dares to create new things, who cuts through the mountain when he meets it and bridges the river when he comes to it—that man is a Creator. Shu Jun, what difference is there between Jingping as it is now, between the human race as it is now, and the Creators? " Shu Jun's spirit was deeply stirred, and he turned and followed him back. Within the treasure seal, the Grand Emperor sneered: "Shu Jun, sinner of the Creator race, you have already brought ruin upon your own kind—will you bring ruin upon the humans as well?
" He laughed aloud: "In the Primordial Age you were a loser when you faced me, and a loser when you faced the ancient gods.
You lost everything. And you will be a loser still, in days to come!
" Shu Jun's lips moved a little; he said nothing. Shen Mu said unhurriedly: "Grand Emperor, the one who truly set the primordial Creators on the road to extinction was you. Had any other man faced the situation of those years, he could not have altered the outcome.
What I admire in Shu Jun is this: he did not flee as you did, but chose to remain and fight on.
He bears his burden; you do not. " The Grand Emperor smiled faintly: "To survive is to be the victor. Celestial Venerable Mu, you understand nothing! " Shen Mu laughed aloud, and his vital essence swept the treasure seal up and delivered it into Shu Jun's hands. "You two are uncle and nephew," he said.
"Take your time and reminisce.
There is business I must see to. " Shu Jun cradled the treasure seal, his gaze falling once more upon the imprisoned head of the Grand Emperor.
The Grand Emperor's expression shifted slightly; he sneered: "Shu Jun, you struck me just now—so now we are even, are we not?
You should know that you are a sinner too. You have no right at all to accuse me, still less to humiliate me. . . Celestial Venerable Mu!
You promised me you would not treat me as a treasure, and would not humiliate me! " Shen Mu turned back and said with a smile: "When did I ever humiliate you?
But if your uncle wishes to humiliate you, it is not for me to stop him.
" The Grand Emperor was furious, raging and stamping—but he could not leap out of that treasure seal. Shen Mu came to the outer reaches of the Hundred Thousand Black Mountains, where he saw the gods of Jingping attempting to work another vein, and could not help shaking his head: "Who did these fellows of Jingping learn such wickedness from? They look as though they fear death not at all.
. . " He came to the edge of the mining ground and made inquiry; one of the gods said hurriedly: "We are only working the outer veins. The prehistoric divine weapons within are not something we would dare touch. Old Master Blind is shrewd—he has already marked out the areas we may mine, so that we keep clear of the divine weapons at the heart of the vein.
Old Master Silent Artisan says that once we have worked the outer parts, we should leave the central region for the Imperial Preceptor of Jingping to go and get himself killed. " Shen Mu was well pleased. "Grandpa Blind and Grandpa Silent Artisan understand me best," he said with a smile.