Chapter 1079 — A Love That Never Wavers
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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. .
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" "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.