After traveling for many days, Li Mo and the senior monsters finally stopped at the Qingluan Clan Land.
The scenery in the Qingluan Clan Land was excellent.
From afar, one could see vast, magnificent and tall blue-leaf trees weaving together like canopies, occasionally emitting crisp sounds of bells or various instruments, making one think they were hearing the collision of jade leaves.
“Further south, we will enter the territory of the Huanmo Sect and the remnants of Da Shang.”
Shang Qin Qing gazed southward and said.
“So we shouldn’t go any further south.”
Wu Qing felt somewhat regretful; during this period, she felt as if she had become much younger.
One village after another passed by, and following Li Mo to show off his abilities made her feel like she was doing righteous deeds in her youth.
Shang Qin Qing placed her hands on her waist and smiled:
“Xiao Mo, where did you learn all this? If you had fooled Little Ice Girl back then, wouldn’t you have made her cry?”
“I couldn’t fool her.”
Li Mo replied without hesitation.
“Oh ho ho.” Shang Qin Qing pouted, her expression teasing.
“Given the terrifying amount of collective power we’ve gathered this time, should we be able to proceed now?”
Guo Chuan rubbed his belly and asked.
The quantity of collective power not only reflects the number of people but also their devotion.
When those who believe in witch spirits feel reverence and fear, when they believe in the ‘Heavenly Venerable Immortal’, that is pure devotion, so the efficiency of collecting collective power might be even more terrifying than the Huanmo Sect.
“It’s enough.”
“Then we can’t keep showing off in front of others?”
Ling Yuangou felt somewhat unsatisfied and wanted to continue.
Shang Qin Qing shook her head: “Going further south, the Huanmo Sect and the remnants of Da Shang will come looking for us with no regard for anything else.”
She paused and looked at Li Mo:
“In fact, even now, the Huanmo Sect won’t give up easily.”
“You can stay in the Qingluan Clan Land for a while, but since we can’t always be by your side, you need to make early plans.”
Li Mo found Shang Qin Qing being unusually serious.
Indeed.
One cannot become complacent just because they repelled part of the forces of the Huanmo Sect and the remnants of Da Shang in Qingmu City.
Firstly, it was due to his reliance on a large army and the soldiers of the Green Wood Camp who fought to the d*ath.
Moreover, it may not be the full strength of the Huanmo Sect and the remnants of Da Shang; perhaps it was merely the power Han Zhen could summon.
These two are ancient and powerful forces in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, far from insignificant.
He has yet to grow to the point where he can break through myriad laws alone.
Talents on the Qianlong List are still only nascent dragons.
Those who truly rule the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths are those on the Heavenly List, the Earthly List, and even those not recorded in these lists.
Desiring to throw away the tiles!
After bidding farewell to the monster clan seniors, Li Mo was led by a young girl from the Qingluan tribe to a high tree hole.
Inside the tree hole, there was a unique space, ancient and elegant, like a woman’s boudoir.
He was also a first in something, becoming the first human male to set foot in the Qingluan Clan Land.
“Why are you staring at me?”
Li Mo asked, somewhat puzzled.
The girl from the Qingluan tribe shrank her neck, her eyes still curious, but she only jingled the bell on her wrist.
Oh, right.
Qingluan people cannot speak unless they meet their destined one…
Li Mo didn’t understand music, so he subconsciously looked at the red string on his wrist, which held a tiny jade whistle.
“Do you know Bing Tuozi?”
“?”
The girl from the Qingluan tribe looked confused.
“The Qingluan Divine Maiden.”
“Ding ling ling—”
The girl from the Qingluan tribe immediately nodded, seeming somewhat anxious, and turned to fly away.
Li Mo scratched his head alone in the tree hole, unsure what she meant to express, so he sat on the bed and lay down casually.
A faint fragrance suddenly lingered around his nose, like a secluded orchid in a valley.
Familiar.
“This… is this where Bing Tuozi slept?”
Li Mo was stunned. No wonder it looked more and more like an ancient woman’s boudoir.
In a daze, he thought.
Wasn’t it not long ago that Bing Tuozi also lay in the same position?
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Similarly looking out the window at the moon, lightly playing with the head of a big-headed doll…
Thinking of this, he shook the jade whistle on the red string.
The gentle breeze through the whistle produced a pleasant and ethereal sound.
Li Mo heard her softly singing a nursery rhyme in his ear…
He sank into sleep.
…
Not long after.
In the seed of the world.
“The collective power of sentient beings in the Kongming Multicolor Tower should be enough to form the ultimate shape.”
Li Mo took out the small tower and carefully examined the layers dyed with colorful light.
Just six layers.
After each time he showed off in front of others, roughly every five to seven days, one layer would be filled.
One layer of collective power could manifest one upper form.
Six layers could manifest one ultimate form.
Actually, according to normal calculations, he wouldn’t have six layers yet.
It’s just that every time he entered a town and first made the local people believe in him, he received a relatively large amount of collective power.
It’s a bit like giving him an initial payment, followed by a steady monthly installment later.
“Based on this calculation, wouldn’t it take thirty-six layers to manifest the Great Dao divine form?”
Li Mo silently calculated in his heart, seemingly not needing too much time.
Should he try manifesting an ultimate form first?
Right.
The Huntu Return True Mirror seems able to absorb projections, breaking them down again into collective power, though some loss is inevitable, but it’s manageable.
“For now, I can’t project Brother Monkey.”
“I can’t afford to waste such a long period without improving my divine intent.”
Li Mo took out the painting, “The Golden Crow Rises the Sun.”
Coincidentally, Little Jiang is also about to break through to the Observer realm.
Both of them can do it.
At that time, when Little Jiang breaks through, there will be a feedback of golden fate…
Huh—
In the Huntu Return True realm, a burning flame projected, like the sun, or like a burning egg embryo stirring.
Scorching sunfire rolled out.
A shadow of a divine bird became clearer with the injection of collective power.
“Teacher, what is this?”
Jiang Chulong hugged the peach branch, feeling a slight shiver.
“It’s your birthday gift.”
The Heavenly Venerable teacher smiled slightly:
“This is an ancient golden crow, transformed into the existence of the great sun. Defeating it will allow you to step into the Observer realm.”
“Golden… Golden Crow?”
Upon hearing it was a gift, Jiang Chulong wasn’t scared anymore and even found the divine bird in the fiery egg familiar.
However, she was mostly happy.
“Thank you… Thank you, Teacher! If… if Big Brother Li… were here…”
“…”
Li Mo thought, perhaps Chulong never had a proper birthday before?
An image involuntarily appeared in his mind.
A little girl, in a cold courtyard deep in the palace, shrinking her body, lonely and desolate, without cake, birthday song, or candles…
Her eyes couldn’t hold back the tears.
Once he goes, he’ll give Chulong a birthday celebration…
As he was thinking this, the Heavenly Venerable suddenly trembled.
The image in his mind seemed to change involuntarily, everything was the same, and…
the person changed!
Into a maiden, holding her long legs coldly and alone, spending her days in loneliness and solitude…
It’s a lonely Bing Tuozi!
The golden crow projection broke the shell, with waves of heat rolling out, creating a stunning scene.
However, Li Mo had no heart to pay attention.
He muttered to himself,
“Yes, Bing Tuozi’s birthday is coming soon.”
…
PS: Will Bing Tuozi get a birthday gift, and will Xiao Pujie get charging support (searching pockets)?
