荒墟牧神 - 第744章 素衣坦蕩少俠遊 - 雲海書庫

is feet, his face like an ancient well without ripple, calm to a fearsome degree: "Yes. The Heavenly Court realm is vast and profound; to my death I never fathomed it." Cold sweat broke out on Haotianzun's forehead; he quietly stepped back a pace, and laughed: "Has the Elder Brother not come back to life? The phrase 'to my death' is a little heavy. My mother has always admired you; she will surely be delighted to see you alive." The hidden meaning of his words was to ask Yutianzun not to make a scene of this matter, and also to point out the Existence behind him. But he did not know at all that Shen Mu did not care about this. Yutianzun, for the sake of the greater good, might have cared, but Shen Mu was not Yutianzun! Even Kaihuang could not make Shen Mu change his mind, let alone Haotianzun's mother. At that very moment, an ancient god suddenly flew over and cried in a loud voice: "The Heavenly Court's title has been settled! His Majesty, together with Tiangong, Tubo, and the others, have settled the title of the Heavenly Court!" The great hall of the separate palace erupted in uproar; the crowd surged outward, and they heard the ancient god's voice pass over their heads and fly into the distance, crying: "The Heavenly Court's title is Longhan! This year is the first year of Longhan!" Kaihuang and Old Ox were greatly shaken. The Longhan era had finally begun? "The Xiao split in three for Longhan, beginning now?" Shen Mu stared blankly, lost in thought. The nursery rhyme the child chanted in the Chiming Suspended Realm: the Xiao split in three for Longhan, Chiming split in two. Today they had formally entered the Longhan era! A strange feeling rose in his heart. What was history? This was history. He was now inside history, become a silhouette of the age. And in that silhouette, in the vast and magnificent Heavenly Court, everywhere were rejoicing people; ancient gods of towering frame stood in high places, watching the celebrating crowds below with smiles. Demigods danced in the air, dragons and phoenixes brought auspiciousness; by the Heavenly River people ran about spreading the news; in the painted boats, lovers leaned together and lifted their heads to watch the dazzling divine arts in the sky, the divine arts blossoming forth from the surging people, adding touch after touch of color to the Heavenly Court. This silhouette of history displayed the opening of a glorious age. Yet at this moment few remembered Yutianzun. They were all celebrating. Who would think of the man who had truly pushed this age toward glory, now already lying in his coffin, who would never see the golden age about to come. "Is there no justice left in this world?" Amid the splendor, Shen Mu lowered his head and looked at his own hands, and heh-heh-heh laughed: "Kaihuang was right. Past things need no justice; there is no justice. History does not need me to uphold justice. But..." He raised his head, looked at the splendor and clamor filling the sky, and his heh-heh-heh laughter became a great laugh, a roaring laugh, unrestrained, wild. "But Yutianzun needs it. Yutianzun needs justice!" "History does not need justice, but the people in history need that justice!" His hand gripped his own collar and with a rip he tore off the purple robe that belonged to Yutianzun. The purple robe fluttered in the wind, drifting over the crowds below who were cheering and celebrating. Shen Mu's chest burned; he laughed up at the sky, laughed with ease, laughed until a bellyful of indignation was given vent. "History will not give them justice. I, I damn well can! I damn well can give them that justice!" "I damn well need that justice too!" He wanted so badly to drink, to clutch a jar and drink like Zaifu, to drink himself blind drunk with eyes askew like Tian Shu, and take up a blade to kill! Though he had not drunk a drop, he was already drunk; he walked toward Haotianzun. Haotianzun pushed through the crowd, trying to avoid him. Kaihuang and Old Ox were outside as