Chapter 1488 — The Bright Moon and the Morning Sun Vie in Radiance
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
" The Taiyang Ancient God nodded: "This time there is indeed no reason to yield to him. Fellow Daoist, forgive us; brother and sister must offend you. " Kaihuang said: "Have you two seen Venerable Gong's wound?
It is a wound of the Dao. If you two Dao-brothers take wounds from my sword, I fear you will be as she is.
" The two Taiji Ancient Gods looked at each other and smiled: "We entered the world precisely to temper our Dao-hearts, to comprehend the road to the Dao amid this rolling red dust.
If we can take a wound at your hands, fellow Daoist, it will be our good fortune. " Kaihuang frowned.
The power of the Taiji Sand Table grew ever greater; this battle, he feared, would be the most terrible he had fought since he first set foot on the Dao. Elsewhere, a great hole gaping between his brows, Venerable You rose unsteadily to his feet, his mind a muddle; the ghost-face mask on his face had been shattered by Venerable Gong's spear and split in two. His face was covered in blood.
He snatched up the mask in panic, wanting to fit it over his face, but could not join the pieces together no matter how he tried.
Tears pattered down his face, mingled with blood, dripping into the starry sky. "A Venerable of You, of all people, beaten to tears.
" Consort Yan laughed: "You have quite lost the dignity of a Venerable. " "Do not underestimate the enemy.
" Venerable Gong clenched her teeth, forcibly suppressed her injuries, and struggled to her feet, her voice hoarse: "I saw that mask in an illusion.
It is the only relic his mother left him. " Consort Yan shuddered with cold.