荒墟牧神 - 第1499章 蘭心慧質 - 錦書坊

Everyone gazed at those enormous divine weapons, and their hearts were shaken to the core. These divine weapons were treasures forged by the mighty ones of the past universe out of the savings of a lifetime; the materials that went into them were the finest materials those mighty ones had spent their whole lives hunting down. Every one of these treasures was the equal of the divine bow — several of them were mightier still! The mighty ones of the past universe had hoped to rely on such treasures to escape the great calamity of destruction, and in the future universe to remain high above all others, to become its rulers. Even the present Heavenly Court could not produce more than a few of the materials used to forge such treasures — after all, the Heavenly Court had only just descended upon the Ancestral Court, and the divine ores of the Ancestral Court had only just begun to be mined. The mighty ones of the past universe, by contrast, had stripped their own universe bare before they could forge such terrifying treasures. And now these weapons had simply been scooped up by Shen Mu, who meant to forge his own divine sword with them! Just what kind of divine sword could require so many precious treasures? Some of the treasures still bore bloodstains; from others hung severed arms — Shen Mu must have cut off their arms and never troubled to remove them. Wei Suifeng and the others let out a breath of relief. They had always feared that Shen Mu had lost his reason; but now it seemed he had lost nothing of the sort — on the contrary, he was calm to a degree that made one feel dread, a creeping horror. Of course, reason was no bad thing; but too much reason was not entirely a good thing either. Too much reason, and one would lose much of the joy of living, and abandon many of one's own pursuits. Take the Divine King Langwan: it was precisely because she was too reasonable that she had cut away her own feelings; every action she took proceeded from the interests of her own race. She had no love, no kinship — only the great love of her race. And now Shen Mu was showing signs of the same. "Youyou, just now the Crown Prince Youming and I examined our junior brother's battle traces, and we found that his reason and calm have reached a terrifying degree. This is not a good sign." Wei Suifeng said in a low voice to Granny Zhu: "He is casting off his own feelings. If this goes on, he will become another Divine King Langwan." Granny Zhu nodded slowly and said: "Rest assured, Shen'er will not become that. His nature has always been cheerful." Wei Suifeng said softly: "It is hard to say. From whom did he learn that cheerful nature? What if that person is gone?" A pain struck Granny Zhu's heart. In Hidden Maimed Village, the most cheerful of them all had been the Lame Old Man, always looking as if nothing mattered, always grinning in a way that begged for a beating — and even when beaten, he would soon act as though nothing had happened. Back in the village, Old Master Huo had been stern, the Village Head melancholy, the Butcher mad, the Blind Old Man lecherous, the Silent Craftsman wicked, the Deaf Old Man proud, the Alchemist utterly shameless, and Granny Zhu herself mysterious in her comings and goings and steeped in an air of evil — only the Lame Old Man was a good-for-nothing with no heart and no lungs, who spent every day running wild with Shen Mu. Shen Mu's cheerfulness was learned from him. "He will be cheerful again." Granny Zhu repeated: "He certainly will." "Grandpa Silent Craftsman, can these divine weapons be recast and forged into a divine sword?" Shen Mu was asking the Silent Craftsman in the distance. The Silent Craftsman studied the divine weapons carefully, his face grave. He examined them one by one, then shook his head: "These divine weapons are too powerful; their might is very hard to erase. And even if the might could be erased, there is no Dao fire fierce enough to melt them down and forge them anew. I use my dantian as a