Chapter 1472 — Seek Your Own Death, and Blame Not Heaven
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 3 of 3
Di Qing forced a smile, smiling at them.
"If you will not say who you are, I will not press. I wish to ask the five of you one thing."
All his pride had utterly vanished as he bowed deeply, low to the ground: "I earnestly beg you, sirs, to deliver these children of my Xuandu to a place of safety, far from Xuandu."
Zhehuali, blunt of tongue, could not help saying: "We told you long ago to evacuate the people in the city—we urged you more than once—yet you wanted to behead us and sacrifice our heads to the banner! Where were you then?"
Di Qing was overwhelmed with shame, his head pressed to the ground, not rising.
Zhehuali was about to say more, but Shen Mu raised a hand to stop him. Looking at Di Qing, still bowed to the ground, he said: "If you go alone, you will not hold out long. I will give you four Heavenly Dao Dao-soldiers—only this Tiangang Dao-soldier cannot be given to you. Hold out as long as you can; I can send the people on this continent farther away."
Di Qing rose, wiped the tears from his face, and smiled: "Many thanks, Daoist brother, for your aid! If there is a next life…"
Shen Mu shook his head: "There is no next life. Go."
Di Qing took the four Dao-soldiers—Tianyin, Tianyuan, Tiandong, and Tianji—bowed once more to Shen Mu and the other four, then turned and soared into the air. Behind him, a celestial palace burst forth as he flew to meet the approaching Venerable Lord Hongtian.
He was a great master comparable to Yin Tianzi and the White Emperor, blessed by the Heavenly Dao, with Heavenly Dao Dao-soldiers in hand. He resolved to stake everything in a final, desperate struggle, determined to delay even a moment—even if only a moment!
"Self-made calamity… heh heh, it is I who brought this upon myself…"
He laughed hoarsely, watching Venerable Lord Hongtian draw nearer, then suddenly burst into loud laughter, unleashing all his cultivation and rousing the full power of the four Heavenly Dao Dao-soldiers as he charged at Venerable Lord Hongtian!
"I cannot atone for the clan members who died because of me, nor repay the Daoist brothers who came to my aid. All I can do is die—to use my life to give others a chance to live!"
His spirit was fierce and impassioned, yet the approaching Venerable Lord Hongtian wore an expression of calm composure, looking at him as though looking at an ant.
Venerable Lord Hongtian lightly raised his hand, and within his palm, Heavenly Dao divine weapons one after another brimmed with overwhelming might.
"After all, he is my child." Before his death, Di Qing heard Venerable Lord Hongtian say indifferently.
He looked at Venerable Lord Hongtian in bewilderment, his eyes gradually sinking into darkness.