Chapter 1387 — Walking Into His Own Doom
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 1 of 3
Shen Mu was dumbstruck for a moment, then blurted out, "Boyang the Divine King is your mount?
" Thunder crashed in his mind, and in that single instant of distraction, Long Xiao's consciousness assaulted his Supreme Consciousness Domain once more, damaging it all the more grievously. "Indeed.
Boyang the Divine King did wish to subdue me and take me as his mount, but his powers are no match for mine. What virtue or ability has he to subdue me?
" Long Xiao's consciousness kept rending his Supreme Consciousness Domain, pressing ever closer to the wellspring of Shen Mu's consciousness, and he laughed: "Yet on the surface, I still indulged him, letting the foolish Creator believe I was his mount. In truth, he did my bidding in all things, and his entire race made sacrifice to me and worshipped me, so that my strength grew greater and greater, while his abilities fell ever further behind mine. " He laughed proudly: "I became the god of his race, its patron and guardian deity, and my prestige among his people surpasses that of Boyang the Divine King himself! It was by my power that he became first among the Three Kings! " Though shaken, Shen Mu strove with all his might to keep the Supreme Consciousness Domain functioning, and smiled: "So then you are the true founding ancestor of the Classic of Reared Men.
If Long Qilin ever met you, he would surely flatter you to the skies and submit to you in heartfelt admiration. Since you wield such formidable power, enough even to sway Boyang the Divine King, why do you not become a Divine King yourself, instead of putting Boyang forward in your place? " Long Xiao laughed: "Little Creator, you are amusing.
In that primordial age, the Creators were, after all, the rulers of the world. They ruled the ancient gods and created them batch after batch, and before them, we mighty colossal beasts were still the weaker. I could only choose to be a manipulator behind the scenes, controlling Boyang the Divine King as my marionette, and winning for my race the right to survive. " He laughed heartily: "And so, when the great calamity came and the ancient gods rebelled, the Creators were annihilated, while my race survived.
" His laughter brimmed with delight, and he said leisurely: "The ancient gods led the demigods and ruled the myriad heavens and worlds, and for a single stretch of territory they would fight to the death, struggle till their heads ran with blood, with countless dead and wounded. And we? Without spending the least effort, without losing a single soldier, we rule the reverse side of all the worlds! " His nine enormous heads regarded Shen Mu within the consciousness domain from different angles, searching for flaws in the Supreme Consciousness, and he laughed: "Tell me, who is the true victor?
It is I, we colossal beasts, who look so utterly stupid, all head and no brains! Under my rule, the colossal beasts of every reverse side of the worlds live in perfect contentment!
Under my rule, our descendants multiply and flourish without end! Under my rule, we hold half the universe! Under my rule, no alien race may set foot upon our territory! Young Creator, would you like to become my mount?
" . . .
Shen Mu stared blankly at this prehistoric ruler.
In his eyes there was not that gleam which the colossal beasts possess, so scant of thought and wisdom; on the contrary, he possessed inexhaustible wisdom.
"That fellow Shujun still hoped to subdue you and make you his mount.
Looking at it now, it is already a blessing burned for by his ancestors that he did not end up as your mount.
" Shen Mu could not help but sigh with a thousand emotions, shaking his head endlessly over the notions and doings of Shujun, that big-headed youth, wholly unapproving.
Shujun's present strength still fell short of his previous life; should he encounter Long Xiao, he would likely be subdued with ease and made into Long Xiao's mount.