Chapter 1843 — A Brand-New Lord of the Divine Dao
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 3 of 4
The people about Shen Mu came and went; many returned to the Ancestral Court to pass on all they had learned and comprehended, to study the fruits of Jingping's reforms, and to teach those who came after.
The only ones who never left were Ling Yuxiu and Lang Wan. Later still, Long Qilin and Long Pi came; after no one knew how long, Long Pi departed as well.
Countless years later, the reincarnated Lord Shang came, and Emperor Yanfeng came too; once they arrived, they never left.
The reincarnated Lord Shang had forgotten the hardships of his former life and never awakened the memories of it; he was now a most cheerful young man, always possessed of an optimism that compelled admiration.
At last, Lang Wan took her leave of Shen Mu: "Holy Infant, I mean to leave.
" Shen Mu was cultivating the Guixu Lotus Platform; hearing this, he raised his head, a trace of doubt in his gaze as he looked at her. "Holy Infant, in years past I coveted achievement, and refined the consciousness of the Great Emperor for my own use.
Through these long ages I have watched so many attain the Dao, each finding a path of their own, cultivating Dao flowers and Dao fruits. But I know that my own path is exhausted; I can go no further.
" Lang Wan said softly: "When I return to Jingping this time, I will reincarnate.
The Creators are few in number, so I may not be reborn among them.
I may become a sprite in the forest, a fish in the water, or a woman of the human race.
I think I will be like Lord Shang, and never awaken the memories of my former life. Otherwise, the race of the Creators would become a fetter on my road to the Dao.
" Shen Mu rose to his feet, his gaze complicated: "Will you come back?
" "Most likely not.
" Lang Wan smiled: "Holy Infant, could you leave one more painting for me? " Shen Mu took out paper, ink, brush, and inkstone, and looked at the woman he had once secretly loved; for a long while he could not set brush to paper. In the end Lang Wan left with a painting.
After returning to the race of the Creators, two years passed, and she bore a child, whom she named Si Shen. Yet she did not reincarnate as she had told Shen Mu she would; instead she instructed Si Shen with all care, nurturing him with all her heart, and raised him into the new generation's God-King of the Creators. Jiang Baigui came to visit her, and after observing Si Shen for a long while, he asked: "Who is his father? " Lang Wan smiled, and gave no answer: "The Creators' fertility is very low, and that is why in those years they worshiped the Empress in prayer for offspring, for many sons and daughters.
But Si Shen will be an anomaly.
He will strengthen the race of the Creators, so that our kind does not vanish from history.
" Jiang Baigui was silent for a moment, then shook his head: "Goddess Queen, you have fallen in love, and your cultivation method has been broken.
Your method severs emotion and extinguishes desire; once you feel emotion, the method breaks, and your power will disperse — both your consciousness and your vital essence will steadily weaken.
I have perceived that your cultivation is not advancing but receding. Though the Creators enjoy long lifespans, you too will gradually grow old as your cultivation degrades.
You ought to reincarnate; I will arrange everything for your reincarnation. " "No.
" Lang Wan laughed: "All my life I have sought a future for the race of the Creators.
After I conceived, every kind of emotion came crowding in upon me, and only then did I feel myself to be an ordinary person. I do not wish Si Shen to grow up knowing neither his father nor his mother. I will watch him grow to manhood.