Chapter 395 — The Heir Apparent Appears
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 4
" The old clan chief sighed: "If we cannot find one, then I will take command of the Dawnboat and fight those demon gods from alien realms to the death! " His constitution was not that of pure yang, but his cultivation was profound enough that he could hold out a while longer.
Below, one youth after another tried to kindle the Sun Furnace, and one after another they failed, leaving the elders grim-faced. Ling Yuxiu and the others came to where the old clan chief sat. He raised a hand, and a slab of bluestone rose from beneath their feet, lifting them and the dragon qilin up so that they might observe the rite.
"Clan Chief, the Human Emperor Shen is helping you kindle the sun. If the sun is set alight, I fear it will burn him to ashes! " Ling Yuxiu said hurriedly: "Please, Clan Chief, go and lend the Human Emperor your strength!
" She was clever enough to know that other appeals would hardly move this Sunherd clan chief, and so she brought out Shen Mu's title of Human Emperor outright.
The old clan chief shook his head: "He cannot kindle the sun.
That sun has gone out; only a pure yang fire god appearing in the world can light it.
Set your minds at ease—young friend Shen cannot light it, and he cannot even draw near that sun, for it is too hot there. Even an extinguished sun possesses no small power.
Look. " He raised his arm, long as a flying bridge, and pointed steadily downward: "When we Sunherds select a Sun Warden, it must be one born with a pure yang body, who can use his pure yang blood, aided by true fire, to kindle the Sun Furnace.
The Sun Furnace is only an ordinary treasure—and kindling it is already this hard. To kindle the sun is even more impossible.
" Ling Yuxiu said angrily: "The Human Emperor Shen has a Sacred Pupil.
Perhaps he truly can. .
. " The old clan chief cut her off: "To kindle the sun, we Sunherds have sought out Sacred Pupils and god-blood these many years, and every one of them failed without exception. Say no more. Watch the rite.
" Ling Yuxiu was furious: "We came to help you kindle the sun, with all our hearts, and when we ask you for aid, you will not give it. Do the Sunherds not fear that this will chill people's hearts? " The old clan chief's gaze fell upon her, and he said gravely: "It is not that we Sunherds lack all feeling and reason. It is that we must select the next Sun Warden. When the sun sets, darkness invades; that is when the Sun Warden's soul returns to the Dawnboat—she can hold on no longer.
Without a Sun Warden, our Sunherd clan will surely be unable to withstand the evil demons' incursion.
The Moonherds are already extinct. If the Sunherds perish too, and those demon gods take the Desolate Ruins, do you think the world beyond the Ruins could still hold them off? Right now, choosing the next Sun Warden is of the utmost importance!
" Ling Yuxiu was dumbstruck. Si Yunxiang said with a cold laugh: "Even if you choose the next Sun Warden, so what?
She will still die in the Dawnboat, assimilated and devoured by it, will she not? " The old clan chief said sternly: "To die protecting one's people and guarding the Desolate Ruins—that is a worthy death. " An elder beside him said: "Rest easy, young friends. Young friend Shen will be fine. He cannot draw near that black sun, and he will retreat when he sees the difficulty. " The other elders nodded. Just then a vast, boundless fluctuation came surging in; the old clan chief and those elders could not help but change countenance, and they rose at once, shock on their faces: "This fluctuation—it is that extinguished sun!
Oh no!
Young friend Shen! " Boom!
The old clan chief and the elders shot skyward, and the towering hall of the Sun Temple was smashed open into a great hole by these old giants.
Snow Fox cried out hastily, and the dragon qilin at once bore them up in soaring flight, out through the hole in the hall, and they looked upward. The sunlight was blinding.