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Chapter 635

“I’m not a lonely person…”

In the darkness, a brilliant moonlight shattered the gloom.

Ke Mo twisted his Consciousness Soul and gained a brief clarity as he scrutinized his situation.

What he was experiencing now felt remarkably like one of those body-snatching novels, right?

No, it was different from body-snatching in that he wouldn’t be replaced, he’d simply be… well, synchronized—like swapping thought processes and becoming another person.

All of this happened after he swallowed that bl**d-red immortality pill.

But the catch? He couldn’t control his own actions now; he was just a helpless bystander watching his hand tremble as it reached for the immortality pill, wanting to stuff it into his mouth.

The overwhelming desire for power made him lose his sense of self.

“Long live…”

“But I’ve already died once.”

Ke Mo closed his eyes.

He began recalling the previous days, a notebook pinned beneath a big-headed doll.

It was Ying Bing’s diary.

Ying Bing had never liked writing such things; she had gone through thrilling adventures followed by loneliness, a string of dull moments.

But since entering the Heavenly Phoenix Domain and working alongside Ke Mo from sunrise to sunset, she actually began to enjoy documenting her life.

“Day 1 in the Heavenly Phoenix Domain, I had no idea where he was.”

“Day 27, I found him! He’s still as dumb as ever, but he doesn’t remember me anymore, haha…”

“Year 5, he still hasn’t recalled me, so I made him the hotpot he used to prepare for me, cleaning and washing like he did at the Qiushui Pavilion…”

“I noticed the village chief’s daughter looking at him funny, haha.”

“Year 12, he’s in middle age now, but still a Childish Ghost; everyone is calling me the village chief’s wife, haha.”

“Ha, haha, haha, haha, haha…”

“Ha… as long as I have happy days, I’ll just draw a smiley face on the side, he said I look pretty when I smile.”

“….”

“Year 50, he’s become a grandpa with a white beard, yet he’s still a Childish Ghost.”

“Ke Mo is getting old and I secretly cried, but I didn’t let him see, because he said I look best when I smile.”

“Ke Mo said he wants to see me in the next life, and I’ll wait for him.”

“Another festival in the Underground City, he got a purple mask, saying he wants to roam the world with me. I agreed.”

“But I don’t know how to ride a horse; he said he’d teach me. Does ‘teaching by example’ mean he’ll just talk? Not sure, but my heart is racing so fast…”

“Hm? Is he peeking at my diary??”

A silhouette illuminated by the lanterns, with a graceful figure, was seen writing.

In that moment, Ke Mo felt an overwhelming calmness inside.

He was never lonely.

He didn’t have to fear d*ath.

“Eat it, and you will gain eternal life.”

“You’ll live as long as the heavens and earth, becoming forever supreme—doesn’t that sound great?”

“Go on, eat it, hurry up…”

That voice, filled with temptation, still rang out.

Bang—

An old hand swatted away the bl**d-red immortality pill.

The illusion before him shattered instantly, and a bloody shadow was forcibly expelled from his body, painting half the sky red.

The City of Heaven was in turmoil.

The dark red sky looked like it was weeping bl**d.

The bl**d shadow twisted, forming a grotesque face in the air:

“Ke Mo, do you know what you just gave up?”

It was the bl**d God!

At this point, He hadn’t relinquished His pursuit.

The Celestial Race was filled with dread as their chi surged in confusion and apprehension toward the bl**d God.

They understood all too well how terrifying this being was, coming from a realm beyond their comprehension.

The people in Ink City didn’t get any of this, all nervously glancing at Ke Mo.

Ke Mo regained his clarity and opened his eyes, looking at the crowd in Ink City.

“You noticed the illusion.”

“Your brilliance astonishes even me. I sincerely invite you to stay eternal; many brilliant existences have vanished, yet I remain.”

“To be frank, the Divine Sword has been refined by me. You have no hope left; the fall of the City of Divine Beings is a foregone conclusion.”

“Stubbornness only leads to dust; beyond the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, there’s a grander universe waiting for you. You like the Divine Sword? Both the sword and the City of Divine Beings can belong to you…”

The Divine Sword was dyed entirely in bl**d.

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Among the emperors, warriors, and sword practitioners, a deep bond with the bl**d God had been established.

To put it simply.

Now, the three sword spirits had converged in Ke Mo’s hand, with the ownership of the three spirits residing with the bl**d God.

“Your offer lacks sincerity.”

Ke Mo suddenly spoke up.

The crowd gasped, was he wavering? Was he going to give up the City of Divine Beings?

“Little Ke…” Dong Ge Yu’s voice was hoarse.

Po Jun stepped forward, looking like he was ready for a last stand: “I must’ve misjudged him…”

But the blurry bl**d-red face in the sky hadn’t had a chance to rejoice.

“However, I refuse.”

Ke Mo’s tone was unwavering and resolute.

“Emperor, I never desired to become one; as for the sword, I’d rather not practice it at all.”

Bam—

A dull sound as the anvil crashed to the ground.

Ke Mo’s left hand didn’t release the Divine Sword, but his right hand had gained a hammer.

“Yuan Rong, may I borrow your fire?”

“…..Sure.”

Yuan Rong was momentarily stunned, unsure why but instinctively did as Ke Mo asked.

Flames immediately turned the anvil red hot.

“Ke Mo, what are you doing?! Are you going to destroy the Divine Sword?!”

The bl**d God’s voice echoed through the skies, the smell of bl**d surrounding the Divine Sword intensified, and bl**d-colored light surged forth.

However, the Divine Sword, impervious to everything, couldn’t inflict harm on Ke Mo.

In the flames, a layer of glittering light enveloped him, rendering the sword light harmless.

“I’m going to show you what true eternity really is.”

The armor on Ke Mo seemed to imbue him with an inexplicable strength.

Yuan Rong’s divine fire felt like it was slipping from his control; the temperature didn’t rise, yet it turned the Divine Sword bright red.

And so, Ke Mo swung the hammer down.

Clang—

An explosion of sparks burst forth, like a fiery tree of silver flowers, illuminating the dark skies.

Years of pent-up energy from the divine object was unleashed, and he crafted it flawlessly.

The Divine Sword slightly warped, emitting dark smoke, and impurities gushed out.

Those impurities weren’t material but spiritual essence.

He had learned about soul-forging techniques from Du Wufeng; he was refining the essence within now.

The rhythms of the emperor’s sword, the noble’s sword vibe, he wanted none of it!

“From this moment on, there shall be no emperors in the City of Divine Beings.”

Buzz—

Another heavy swing of the hammer struck down.

The ringing of the divine weapon’s echo reverberated nine skies, and firelight illuminated the dazed faces of the Celestial Race.

Under Ke Mo’s hammering, the bl**d shadow faded increasingly, regardless of how it tempted, scolded, or ridiculed him; the hammer came down relentlessly.

The Divine Sword was warping more severely, gradually losing its sword-like form.

His skills had reached godly levels in forging this item; he could be called a master craftsman.

After all, he had a lifetime of experience crafting it.

“What is Ke Mo forging?”

Outside, Xie Yiding stood before the furnace, his heart racing with the sound of hammering, and couldn’t help but be curious.

“He’s not just forging a weapon; there’s a feeling like he’s breaking through a sword realm…”

Can forging a weapon actually elevate one’s sword realm?

Then sword masters must all be blacksmiths, he’d never seen something so bizarre.

Du Wufeng stepped out from behind him, his eyes flickering, and then he burst into laughter:

“Ha, ha!”

“When the Divine Sword is reforged, why must it remain a sword!”

Xie Xuan mumbled, “Without a sword in hand, the heart has no sword?”

Ke Mo once shared his concerns about this notion.

Xie Xuan felt this ethereal realm was likely fabricated.

Without a sword, could one still be called a swordsman?

Yet, he felt that Ke Mo had seemingly found an answer now.

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Investing in the Reborn Empress, She Actually Calls Me ‘Husband’

Investing in the Reborn Empress, She Actually Calls Me ‘Husband’

投资重生女帝,她竟叫我相公
Score 7.6
Status: Ongoing Type: Author: Released: 2023 Native Language: Chinese
Transmigrated into a martial arts world, Li Mo binds with an investment system that allows him to see the innate talent, destiny, and future of his investment targets. The better their destiny, the greater the rewards he receives. He then discovered his childhood sweetheart, a cool and aloof girl, possessed the highest-level red destiny and is destined to become the Empress who will rule the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths. Recently, she seems troubled by how to unlock her sealed meridians and reveal her talents early. ….. I am Ying Bing, one of the Nine heavens, known as the Phoenix Heavenly Empress, who suppressed the nine heavens and ten earths with invincible might. I’ve been reborn and bound to a Supreme Genius System. As long as I rank first among my peers, I can receive rewards. [Do you wish to activate the punishment feature?] [Once activated, rewards will increase, but the individual ranking last must fulfill a penalty determined by the top-ranked competitor after the rankings are announced] Ying Bing: “I can’t possibly punish myself, can I?” ….. Many years later. Ying Bing: “Can’t you let me win just once?” Li Mo: “Call me ‘husband’ first. I didn’t quite catch it last time.”

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