Chapter 1023 — The Snow-White Cat
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The two maids let the pearl curtains fall, the carriage set off, and drove away from the Heavenly Venerable's residence. Shen Mu turned back into the house, and at once wrote out a memorial, preparing to send it into the court to inform the Heavenly Emperor that he was leaving to wander the world. "I am coming too! " Yun Chuxiu cheered, hopping with delight. Shen Mu's brows knit deeply. He thought, "Last time, it was only in the Great Void that I could have killed her without alerting Yuanmu's true body—and even then it took a ruthless sort like Luo Shendao to strike the blow.
Now she wants to tag along again. How am I to kill her this time? Better to go to Jingping first, find Luo Shendao, and have him cut this little fox-spirit down.
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" In the carriage, Heavenly Consort Yan gently stroked the cat's head. The white cat licked its paw and said unhurriedly, "Your Highness guessed right.
The one who piloted the Heavenly Emperor's body that day and stole the Heavenly Emperor's eggshell was Heavenly Venerable Mu.
He can hide it from the others, but not from me. " Heavenly Consort Yan smoothed the cat's tail; the white cat lifted its tail and enjoyed it thoroughly. "Now this is interesting. " Heavenly Consort Yan laughed softly. "Heavenly Venerable Mu's cultivation is not high, yet he can control the Heavenly Emperor's body.
Even if you gave him a Lingxiao-realm cultivation, he might not manage it. So how did he do it? The Great Emperor should have that kind of ability—his divine consciousness is incomparably powerful, and he can use divine consciousness in place of vital cultivation. By that reasoning, Heavenly Venerable Mu must have met a Creator in the Great Void and had some great stroke of fortune, so that his attainments in divine consciousness soared.
" The white cat said, "Then the Heavenly Emperor's eggshell.
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. " Heavenly Consort Yan smiled, gazing out the window at the splendor of Jade Capital City. "The Great Emperor will make his move against him. If I can guess that Heavenly Venerable Mu had a stroke of fortune with the Creator race, the Great Emperor can guess it too—he is, after all, the first man of divine consciousness. I would like to know as well: which of them is truly the Great Emperor. " She kneaded the white cat's cheek, her eyes rather sly. "The Great Emperor is dead but not stiff—an uneasy thought.
That sight from years ago, when he used the Heavenly Emperor's true body to ambush and kill Heavenly Venerable Ling, still makes my blood run cold.
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