Chapter 1139 — The One and Only Me
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 1 of 3
Boom!
One celestial palace after another collapsed, and the Lingxiao Palace behind Jing Baichuan likewise crumbled and came crashing down. Jing Baichuan stretched out a hand as though he meant to halt the destruction of the celestial palace he had painstakingly cultivated, yet his body fell together with the palace as it disintegrated. In the end, every celestial palace vanished, dissolving into the spiritual qi and divine power of heaven and earth, leaving only Jing Baichuan's corpse sprawled amid the ruins of the Yunluo Palace. Shen Mu walked over and helped Yu Chudu, who lay fallen in the dust, to his feet.
In a grave voice, he said, "Yan'er, leave no survivors. Do not leave even their souls behind. I do not want Heavenly Venerate Haotian tracing this back to me.
" At his command, Yan'er grew excited. Her body blurred and transformed into a Dragon Sparrow, which swooped toward the four experts of the Yujing realm, while the Dragon Qilin leaped onto the tower ship and began slaughtering the gods and demons aboard it. Yu Chudu was panting heavily and could not stand, so he remained seated on the ground and bowed to Shen Mu.
"Thank you, Senior Heavenly Venerate Mu. . .
" Shen Mu smiled. "You may call me Martial Uncle.
" "Martial Uncle.
.
. " Yu Chudu looked both startled and uncertain. Shen Mu gave a faint smile and was just about to speak when a woman's voice suddenly came from behind him. It was exceptionally beautiful, yet carried a quiet, haunting note.
"Heavenly Venerate Mu, you have killed Heavenly Venerate Haotian's disciple.
Are you not afraid of dying? " "Then why did the Celestial Master not stop me? " Shen Mu turned around and looked toward Bai Yuqiong, who stood not far away, smiling as he said, "Que Feiyin, it has been a long time.
That jade pendant is still hanging from your primordial spirit, is it not? " Bai Yuqiong was dressed all in white, unlike the crimson robes she had favored in her previous life. Her figure was graceful and exquisite, her body like white mutton-fat jade, her skin soft and radiant as fine jade.
Her expression was complicated. Meeting Shen Mu's gaze, she raised a hand, then lowered it again, torn by uncertainty.
"Heavenly Venerate Mu, I am the Celestial Court's Third Celestial Master. By rights, I should arrest you and bring you to justice, but you are also the one who saved my life. Without that jade pendant of yours, I might still be an ignorant little girl, being killed by the Yin Son again and again. " Bai Yuqiong sighed, her breath fragrant as orchids, and said, "I distinguish clearly between gratitude and grievance. This time, I will let it go and pretend it never happened.
I can even cover for you before Heavenly Venerate Haotian. Heavenly Venerate Mu, our paths part here. . .
" She turned to leave, but Shen Mu smiled. "Que Feiyin, do you still remember your master?
" Bai Yuqiong's body trembled faintly, and she stopped.
Shen Mu continued, "Do you not want to know the mystery of your origins? Do you not want to know why the Yin Son killed you time and again, only to allow you to be reborn? Has that Vermilion Bird feather not made you remember anything? " Bai Yuqiong took out the Vermilion Bird feather and stared blankly at the sacred fire burning within it.
An upright eye opened between Shen Mu's brows.