Chapter 1079 — A Love That Never Wavers

Outside the mining region, Shen Mu hastily looked around, and saw that the sky and the earth were covered with enormous eyes. Those eyes emerged from the surface of the land, and with every blink they revealed a gaping abyssal maw. They were void behemoths, one after another, encircling them completely.

And within the mining vein, Dahong's body landed upon the shrunken void mother-beast and charged at Gu Xiao to kill him.

His strength had soared explosively; the void mother-beast carried him through the void, appearing and vanishing with uncanny unpredictability, and the void mother-beast's own power was savage beyond measure. Its claws and flying tongue were like weapons forged by heaven itself, blocking Gu Xiao's Imperial Sword — and with a single lick, a chunk of the Great Dao steel seal on the Imperial Sword was gone!

"Mu Tianzun, there is no need for you to hurry away. " Dahong's voice drifted over, and he laughed: "Wait until I have killed Gu Xiao, and I will leave together with you, bearing my beloved wife's corpse. Brother Luo Xiao must not die either — I still need to borrow him to find the other Creators. These void beasts will protect you!

" Luo Xiao slumped onto the carriage with a thud, utterly strengthless, his eyes hollow and vacant.

After a moment, he came to his senses, looked at Shen Mu, and wore a pleading expression. In a low voice he said: "Brother Mu, kill me! I cannot let him know where my clansmen are hiding! Kill me, quickly!

" "Even if he kills you, it will be of no use. Your divine consciousness remains, your soul remains. I can search your soul and seize your spirit — I can search through your divine consciousness. " Dahong's divine consciousness transmitted into his mind, exceedingly gratified.

Luo Xiao was wooden. Now, even if he wished to die, he could not. Shen Mu was full of vigor and urged him: "Brother Luo, now that the nineteenth void no longer has the void mother-beast, we can try to contact the ancestral spirits of your forebears.

" Luo Xiao rallied his spirits, but then slumped once more into dejection.

Woodenly he said: "Even if we find the ancestral spirits of my forebears, what of it?

I am doomed to die. I must die.

I cannot bring disaster upon the Patriarch and the others. Kill me. .

.

" "There is still a chance at life. " Shen Mu's divine consciousness rippled: "I have built two altars — one outside the Ancestral Court, and one within it. In truth, we do not need the altar inside the Ancestral Court to leave. This is our only opportunity. So long as you contact the ancestral spirits of your forebears, I will immediately sense the altar outside the Ancestral Court and establish a reverse summoning to carry us away from this place. You must contact the ancestral spirits quickly!

" Hope once again appeared in Luo Xiao's eyes.

Shen Mu saw that look, and his heart was stirred — he actually felt some unwillingness to bear it.

Those were a pair of limpid eyes, mirroring Luo Xiao's inner being.

In this foul and savage world, where human hearts were treacherous, it was already very hard to see such limpid eyes. The Creators who had left the Ancestral Court and walked in the Great Void had never experienced the malice of worldly affairs, had never experienced the deceit of human hearts; thus they could still preserve a pure soul, dare to trust others, dare to entrust their own lives to others. The Creator Luo Xiao was just such a person. His eyes — Shen Mu had only ever seen the like on infants. Even Shen Mu's own eyes were equally limpid, yet Shen Mu knew he had never been a person like Luo Xiao.

From childhood he had been taught by Mojang, the Lame Old Man, and the others to be incomparably cunning — to use innocent eyes to conceal himself, to disguise himself. "But still, I must make him bring back the three prophecies.

" Shen Mu's spirit was resolute, and he suppressed his unwillingness. These three prophecies had protected the Creators in the Great Void, had destroyed the Great Emperor's mortal body, and had also given the people of the Kaihuang Era a place to settle, establishing Carefree Township. In the future, they would also make Shen Mu into the Holy Infant of the Creator race! He had to ensure that Luo Xiao, bearing these three prophecies, returned alive to the Great Void!

Yet Shen Mu knew that Luo Xiao would die after seeing his clansmen and speaking the three prophecies.

He truly could not bear to see such an innocent person die, yet he had no choice but to witness — even to help consummate — this stretch of history. All around, countless void beasts encircled the treasure carriage, resisting the terrifying fluctuations coming from the mining vein, guarding the carriage. Luo Xiao surged his divine consciousness; his powerful divine consciousness quaked, piercing through the void. All of his divine consciousness rushed through layer upon layer of void, heading straight for the highest reaches of the void.

Not the slightest bit of divine consciousness remained in his physical body — only a heart of pure innocence yearning to find the ancestral spirits of his forebears in the Ancestral Court.

Shen Mu silently sighed, and activated the Great Luo Supreme Divine Consciousness; his divine consciousness also surged into the void.

In the vastness of divine consciousness, Shen Mu was no match for Luo Xiao. Luo Xiao was of the Creator race, and possessed a terrifying innate gift for divine consciousness.

He was still a youthful Creator, not yet grown to adulthood; once he came of age, his cultivation and strength would likely be no inferior to the Three Kings of the Primordial Era. But in the quality of divine consciousness, Shen Mu far surpassed him. Shen Mu had used the later divine treasury and heavenly palace system to improve the Creator race's method of cultivating divine consciousness, and had also learned the Great Emperor's Great Luo Supreme Divine Consciousness. Its quality was so high that Luo Xiao could not compare.

His divine consciousness arrived first despite setting out later; before Luo Xiao, it reached the nineteenth void, then surged into the twentieth void, continuing to climb upward. His divine consciousness came to ever higher levels of void, and found them likewise empty and desolate.

The divine consciousness of the Ancestral Court's Creator forebears had been completely devoured by the void beasts, not half of it left behind.

Every layer of void was the same. In that savage and benighted age, whether it was the Great Emperor or the Ancient God Heavenly Emperor, all had to erase their inglorious history.

Every trace pertaining to the Creators had to be wiped away. The difference was that the Ancient God Heavenly Emperor was the victor, and the Great Emperor the loser.

Shen Mu's divine consciousness came to the twenty-eighth void, and upon arriving here, his divine consciousness was exhausted and could climb no further.

When Luo Xiao's divine consciousness reached the twenty-third void, it could advance no further either. This youthful Creator's divine consciousness was filled with boundless desolation, leaving only ethereal divine consciousness drifting through the void. "Gone, all gone.

. .

" "The ancestral spirits of my forebears have been erased. . .

" His divine consciousness was full of despair; the despairing divine consciousness wandered through the empty twenty-third void, utterly devoid of fighting spirit.

Just then, a cryptic ripple of divine consciousness came from a higher void, surging downward. An ancient and weathered voice touched his divine consciousness, and the voice spoke.

"Young Creator, our descendant, you have finally come.

" Luo Xiao's divine consciousness quivered with agitation; his physical body upon the Heavenly Dragon Treasure Carriage was at this moment streaming with tears.