Chapter 670 — A Youth Falls into Demonic Ways
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The Crimson Bright Divine Son looked at the thousands of three-headed, six-armed gods and demons of the Suspended Void Realm, and saw only faces on the verge of despair. The shock and terror written across those faces were so clear that he even wondered whether he had somehow learned the divine art of reading minds. But he had not. The gods and demons of the Suspended Void Realm had completely lost the courage to keep fighting — something unimaginable in the Crimson Bright Era.
In the Crimson Bright Era, the gods and demons were fierce and battle-hardened, fearing no death.
On the journey escorting the survivors to the Suspended Void Realm, the deities of the Crimson Bright Era who guarded the rear fought from ten thousand down to a thousand — one in ten surviving — and never broke. From a thousand down to a hundred, they never broke.
From a hundred down to a single man, they still fought to the death and would not retreat! But now, after fifty thousand years of erosion, the deities living in the Suspended Void Realm no longer possessed that unyielding faith. The Crimson Bright Divine Son looked up. In the sky were three suns and three moons, and at the center of two of those suns and moons, a great hole had been torn open in each. He lowered his head and looked at that excited infant.
The infant was waiting for them to continue drawing on the power of the Crimson Emperor's pupils and blast him in return — clearly treating the whole affair as entertainment. "Why has it come to this?
" The Crimson Bright Divine Son was somewhat dazed. Everything had been going well, developing exactly as he had anticipated. Was it all because he had tried to send Shen Mu into the Crimson Emperor's Thought Labyrinth? But he had not invited him to the Holy Mountain.
It was this Grand Libationer Shen himself who had come running over eagerly, looking for all the world like he intended to go adventuring on the Holy Mountain.
He had merely taken the opportunity to invite him into the Holy Hall. Even if he had driven him away then, he feared Shen Mu would still have sneaked in. The Crimson Bright Divine Son's thoughts grew scattered.
"Did I do wrong? I should not have invited him. If I had not invited him, none of what followed would have happened.
No — it would have happened anyway.
. . " Suddenly, several gods and demons hurried toward the Divine City, crying out loudly, "Divine Son, Grand Libationer Shen has transformed into a giant infant and is slaughtering without restraint!
We will go seize that Princess of Jingping and use her life to coerce him into surrender! " "No! My Crimson Bright Divine Dynasty is not so despicable.
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. " But as the Crimson Bright Divine Son spoke, his voice grew lower and lower. This giant infant was Shen Mu.
He had watched with his own eyes as Shen Mu kept expanding, kept growing younger, growing in reverse, from a youth into an infant of towering, unmatched size. The infant Shen Mu was too strong. The Crimson Bright Divine Son no longer had any means to oppose him.
If this dragged on, the Suspended Void Realm itself would likely be reduced to ashes, and the last surviving clansmen of the Crimson Bright Era would be slaughtered to the last. Perhaps seizing Ling Yuxiu and threatening her life would be an excellent decision.
Though it was utterly despicable, it concerned the survival of their race. He had no choice but to be despicable this once.
Those gods and demons rushed into Ling Yuxiu's residence. One of them seized Ling Yuxiu without a word, bound her, and soared into the air, shouting at the infant, "Grand Libationer Shen, if you do not stop, I will crush your Princess of Jingping before your eyes! " The infant was unmoved — indeed, he grew even more excited, clapping his hands and waiting for him to crush Ling Yuxiu. The god-demon flew into a rage and was about to crush Ling Yuxiu then and there, when suddenly a blade of axe-light flew from between Ling Yuxiu's brows.