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Chapter 430 — Passed Down Through the Generations

The Herdsman of the Wasteland Page 2 of 2

If this deity found even one of them, the consequences would be catastrophic; the common folk who died might be counted in the hundreds of millions! The Flood Dragon King God's wounds had healed considerably, and his speed gradually increased. Examining the footprints of that High Heavens deity along the way, he suddenly said with delight, "My lord, that god's wounds have burst open—his speed is slowing!

It won't be long before we catch him! " Shen Mu was relieved, and said, "Chase him boldly. His wounds are grave; otherwise he would long since have vanished without a trace. " The Flood Dragon King God was indeed much reassured.

Though this giant flood dragon was formidable in strength, his courage was smaller than the Dragon Qilin's, and he was timid in all he did. They pursued him three thousand li into the Kingdom of Jingping.

The deity's pace grew slower and slower, the distance shorter and shorter. The bloodstains left in his footprints formed strange scenes, making the grass and trees around them grow madly and the flowers bloom in wild profusion—clearly his wounds had burst open, and he could no longer control the divine blood within him.

Suddenly the divine blood vanished, and the traces the deity had left disappeared as well. "He has sensed that we are tracking him, and deliberately hidden his trail! " The Flood Dragon King God sniffed all around but found no trace of the deity. Suddenly he shook himself, and great waters spread out, turning into water flood dragons that flew off in every direction.

Si Yunxiang flew up into the air and glanced around.

She saw a city ahead and said, "Cult Master, that should be Purple Bauhinia City in the south.

Could that deity have gone there? " Shen Mu tried to stand up from the dragon's back, but his legs went weak and he nearly fell to his knees. He caught his breath and said, "Purple Bauhinia City?

Does our Holy Cult have any influence there? " The Si family, to which Si Yunxiang belonged, managed the Heavenly Sacred Cult's wealth, so she knew a good deal about such matters. She said, "The Hall of Ten Thousand Beasts is a very important source of wealth for our Holy Cult.

" Si Yunxiang rode the Dragon Qilin on ahead to Purple Bauhinia City, while Shen Mu drove the dragon flock to search in all directions, moving a little slower. Even after searching all along the way, they still could not find any trace of the deity.

"Nothing. But along the way I did collect a little of the divine blood he shed. " Shen Mu took out a small bottle of divine blood and said, "Will this serve?

" "This is a crossbreed of the Desolate Ruins' heavenly hound and an earth hound. Nothing is better at tracking. " "Cult Master, this bottle of divine blood—your subordinate still needs the blood dragon eels in the river to sniff it.

" They entered Purple Bauhinia City, and Shen Mu asked, "Has there been any strange phenomenon of heaven and earth nearby?

Something like a stone statue or a treasure bursting up from underground?

" "Right here in the city.

More than ten days ago, the city's most famous Fragrant Well suddenly stopped giving water.

Then the earth shook, and out of the well came a great green gourd, five zhang tall, gilded, covered in runes no one could make sense of. " Shen Mu's heart stirred, and he said, "Let's go there! " In the sky, golden eagles circled above them one after another; below, great black hounds came racing, heading straight for the Fragrant Well; and from underground came sounds of shaking, as giant rats poked their heads out of the drains from time to time, looking this way and that.

Shen Mu's heart leapt into his throat. That High Heavens deity was in the city at this very moment—and near the Fragrant Well at that! "Get everyone out of Purple Bauhinia City at once!

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