Chapter 1350 — Half a Chance of Victory
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 3
Since we are living in the Hierarch's land, it is only right that we dig a few mines and put in some labor for him. " Dragon Qilin hesitated a moment, and did not tell them that these Great Black Mountains sometimes split open at night, and that terrifying powerhouses of the prehistoric era would crawl out from within.
"They will understand well enough after one night.
" Dragon Qilin thought to himself: "Come the next day, Taiyi will appear and explain it to them, and then have them patch up the Great Black Mountains. " That said, Dragon Qilin still spoke with earnest gravity: "When night falls you must be careful.
These Hundred Thousand Black. . .
Hundred Thousand Holy Mountains are fine in every way, except that once night comes you must not step outside the black mountains.
In the darkness there is great terror. " Xu Shenghua said in surprise: "Do not go out after dark? This place is rather like the Ruins of old.
" Dragon Qilin thought to himself: "A hundred thousand times more terrifying than the Ruins, and more! Heaven be thanked, the Hierarch has at last tricked two clever men into guarding this domain. Before this, I alone was the clever one here, holding the whole situation together, and standing against beings like the Ten Celestial Venerables.
I was rather outnumbered and outmatched. .
. " His tail shot up with a swish and quivered with a whir, and he was exceedingly pleased with himself: "To think that I have stood against villains as savage and vicious as the Ten Celestial Venerables for so many years, and they still could not take the Hundred Thousand Holy Mountains from me. I really am something! " Jingping's swift ship, though not slow, was after all no match for the speed of Celestial Venerable Yue's lantern; it took Shen Mu and the Alchemist more than a month to fly from the Hundred Thousand Holy Mountains to the Rift in the Heavens.
Throughout that month and more, the Alchemist pondered all manner of elixirs and wonder drugs aboard the ship: now propping his chin on his hand in deep and bitter thought, now writing furiously with flying brush, now setting out in detail the composition of this or that miraculous medicine, now transforming his vital essence into the dao patterns hidden within the various elixirs, snipping apart one dao pattern after another to piece together new ones. Though outwardly he brimmed with confidence, as if going to heal Celestial Venerable Yue's wounds would be no more than a matter of lifting his hand, in truth the pressure in his heart was great.
After all, it was his first time coming into contact with a Celestial Venerable, and what he had to heal was a Celestial Venerable's dao wound, the first such case since he had achieved mastery in the healing dao, and the most intractable of his life! Shen Mu, for his part, busied himself aboard the ship sorting out the Taishi divine stones, burying them one by one in the Taishi ore veins of the divine treasury of his own primordial embryo.
The Taishi Egg hopped out of its nest on the altar and bounced about, directing him to the exact position for burying each divine stone. Shen Mu, like a diligent little squirrel, under its direction put the divine stones properly in place; then he took out the Taisu divine stones, intending to bury them too in the Taisu ore veins.
When he had buried most of them, he suddenly came to his senses: "The Taisu Goddess has already been born into the world, and she bears a grudge against me. What am I burying these divine stones for?
She cannot very well go back into the egg and hatch inside my spirit embryo! " He dug out one divine stone, took out the Taisu eggshell, tilted his head back and drank a mouthful of the egg liquid from the shell's rim, and at once began refining Taisu primal liquid with the aid of the Taisu divine stone.