Chapter 1863 — The Primeval Womb of Great Calamity
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 4
In the shattering Ultimate Void, a vast region suddenly grew stable, and coffin after coffin flew past Shen Mu and his daughter, heading there. "It is not that I mean to protect you through the Calamity of Destruction and the Calamity of Creation. In truth, this space merely reduces the power of the Calamity of Creation many times over, delaying it for countless years.
" Shen Mu watched the host of coffins fly away, his voice becoming Dao-sound, steadily transmitted into the ears of the Dao Achievers within the coffins.
"The Calamity of Creation will always pursue you, again and again erasing your future, letting you watch your own death draw slowly nearer. The power of the Calamity of Creation will make you grow together with your coffins, so that you can never escape.
It will kill you little by little. And this process will last hundreds of billions of years!
You tore father and daughter apart, kept mother and child from meeting, sundered husband and wife. This is my punishment for you. " .
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The Calamity of Destruction of the First Epoch of the universe arrived as expected. The Master of Miluo Palace, through immense Dharma power, transformed into voice and summoned all the Dao Achievers and divinities of the entire universe, leading all living beings of all the heavens to the Ancestral Court, to board the Golden Ship of World Salvation and cross the great calamity of destruction aboard it. It was an incomparably magnificent sight. Upon the Golden Ship of World Salvation, golden halls appeared one after another, each hall within like a heaven of its own, containing the environment necessary for all living beings to survive.
The First Epoch was an incomparably glorious epoch; the height this universe had attained even Jingping could not match.
The golden ship the Master of Miluo Palace had built, exhausting the wealth of the entire universe, was naturally no small matter. When the Calamity of Destruction descended, and the vast golden ship passed through the heavy River of Chaos, withstanding the winds of heat-death and cold-death to cleave the river's surface, sailing upon the River of Chaos, the Master of Miluo Palace could hardly conceal his surging emotion.
The golden ship had not been destroyed in the Calamity of Destruction!
His voice was hoarse; he laughed long and loud. Amid the laughter, the Dao Trees of the Dao Achievers aboard the Golden Ship of World Salvation turned to ash, their Dao Fruits dispersing. Only then did he notice that his fellow Daoists had already become bleached bones when the ship passed through the Calamity of Destruction. The Master of Miluo Palace was stunned.
Standing at the bow, he watched the white bones of his fellow Daoists crumble and collapse. Suddenly he let out a great cry and rushed toward the halls aboard the golden ship. The first hall was empty; everything within it had been destroyed, turned into Chaos qi.
The second hall was empty. The third hall was empty. The Master of Miluo Palace, like a madman, rushed into hall after hall, rushed out of hall after hall.
He screamed like a madman, and in his screams there was no syllable, no Dao hidden within, only dry, wordless howls. He seemed to have suffered an incomparably severe Dao wound, rushing into those golden halls again and again, though some halls he had already entered more than once. "Daddy, what is he doing?
" In the River of Chaos, beside Shen Mu, the little girl Shen Lingyun looked up and asked her father.
"He is searching for his own Dao Heart, searching for his own ideals. " Shen Mu watched this scene from afar, then lowered his head and said to Shen Lingyun, "His Dao Heart has collapsed, his ideals have crumbled, and he wants to find them again. Perhaps in the future I too will be like him, seeking back my ideals, seeking back my Dao Heart. " The Master of Miluo Palace searched again and again, but only he remained aboard the entire golden ship.