Chapter 763 — The Soul Returns to the Mortal World
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 5 of 5
At some point, the old Yin Courier had rifled it out and worn it on the back of his head again.
"He must be afraid that his face has changed and Yu will not know him, so he has taken out that mask and put it on again," Shen Mu thought to himself. Back in the mortal world, they were still on the bank of the Yong River.
It was night in the desolate ruins, and few black sands of souls or starving ghosts drifted in the darkness now. Shen Mu stood on the paper boat on the Yong and worked his arts once more; the Heaven-Upholding Gate appeared, inverted, and the borrowed power of the Lord of Heaven and the Lord of Earth shone down upon Yu as he floated in the air!
The old Yin Courier watched his ritual with frantic tension, his fists clenched.
After a long while, Shen Mu dispersed his power, and Heavenly Venerable Yu descended lightly, coming to rest on the river's surface.
"Lan Yutian.
It has been a long time.
" Shen Mu smiled at the youth standing on the river in midstream. The youth slowly opened his eyes, a look of bewilderment on his face. The old Yin Courier was stirred — when suddenly, splash!
Yu sank beneath the water. A moment later he thrust his head out again, waving his arms and kicking, having swallowed no one knew how much water.
The Yong's current was swift, its undercurrents fierce, and it swept the boy, who could not swim, away downstream!
Shen Mu and the old Yin Courier on the boat were dumbfounded; abruptly they came to their senses: "Save him, quick! " After a while they brought a dripping wet Yu up and set him on the shore. Half-drowned, Yu retched again and again, spitting the water out of his lungs and panting heavily.
Shen Mu and the old Yin Courier stared at each other; the old Yin Courier murmured: "His cultivation is ruined.
It doesn't matter, really — he can cultivate it anew.
" After resting a moment, Yu rose and bowed to the two: "I thank both benefactors for rescuing me.
Oh — by the way, you two, what did you call me just now? " The youth scratched his head bashfully: "I no longer remember what I am called.
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