The atmosphere in the realm was electric as the chaotic forces of the Supremacy of Sundry Objects collapsed and expanded, culminating in a thunderous bang that even made the Jiangshan Yizhi Map tremble.
The monk Huai Kong twitched at the corners of his mouth, his expression a mix of shock and disbelief.
“Um? Abbot, when did you arrive?” Murong Xiao leaned back slightly, then curiously asked, “Have you ever seen someone stuff a Supremacy of Sundry Object into another Supremacy of Sundry Object?”
It was common knowledge that Huai Kong was the master of the Seed of Supremacy.
“Of course not.”
“Oh? There are still experts? How did that person figure it out?”
Murong Xiao wasn’t surprised that someone had attempted this; after all, this world’s heroes were as numerous as the fish in the river. Even a little genius like him could think of it, so it wasn’t shocking.
But to pull it off dryly? Definitely not as reckless as Brother Ke.
“That person stumbled upon a ridiculously precious Supremacy of Sundry Object, which boasted a vast space and exceptional quality—truly top-tier.”
“And then?” Murong Xiao asked, intrigued.
“That person faced several crises during a dangerous time when tall buildings were toppling left and right, constantly facing threats and being chased.”
“He tackled each crisis relying on that Supremacy of Sundry Object.”
“When it came to fighting, most attacks, be it punches, arrows, or even… err, basically most attacks could be sucked into that Supremacy of Sundry Object and resolved.”
Huai Kong nodded slightly.
Murong Xiao rubbed his bald head, “It can do that? How come I never thought of it… wait, did you say ‘belly pouch’?”
“Regular Supremacy of Sundry Objects wouldn’t do; it needed to be special like his.”
Ignoring the second half of his statement, Huai Kong continued, “So, one day, he accidentally sucked in the enemy’s Supremacy of Sundry Object too.”
“Do people really use belly pouches as Supremacy of Sundry Objects?”
“What belly pouch?”
“Uh, I meant, what happened next?”
Murong Xiao quickly corrected himself.
As he caught Huai Kong’s piercing gaze, he glanced over to see the abbot holding a bowl.
Oh, so that person you’re talking about is you, isn’t it?
“And naturally, similar incidents occurred later, though not as violently. That person even ended up gaining some insights into the Seed of Supremacy…”
“So, Abbot, what did that belly pouch look like?” Murong Xiao asked with a saintly, innocent expression.
Huai Kong remained expressionless: “I see you’ve been slacking off in your studies. You’ll have to copy the scriptures ten times as punishment.”
“???”
……
Under the grand canopy.
“That last bang was quite something.”
Emperor Jingtai relaxed his furrowed brow, sensing a clue:
“It seems to have a peculiar connection with the Divine Sword of the Celestials?”
“If that power can be pushed to its limits, perhaps it will fall onto him to expel the bl**d God.”
Old Granny Yantian spoke, then shook her head.
Jingtai was silent, unsure if the old granny meant it was unachievable or simply unclear.
Or maybe both?
“This is possible?”
“When such things happen, how do we quantify it?”
“Since Your Majesty hasn’t spoken, I suppose it’s tacit approval.”
“I thought Young Hero Ke descending into Human City was odd; he hasn’t had just one chance.”
“But if he really did descend, and is still a mortal, then wouldn’t everything he’s done have to start all over again?”
The numbers of the Celestial Race were fixed; only when one fell would another take their place.
This meant Ke Mo was either in the Underground City or Human City.
As the old saying goes: It’s no use just showing up repeatedly; persistence is key.
……
In the City of Divine Beings.
Ke Mo clasped Ice Chunk’s chilly hand.
Across from him, that hand reluctantly shrank back into its coffin, while the bl**d sea gradually receded into the Otherworld, as though it had never appeared.
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But that sun, facing off against the cold moon, still remained.
Just now, the Jiangshan Yizhi Map’s spiritual perception reluctantly withdrew the projection of Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, though it was clearly far more persistent than the bl**d God.
“You can’t keep me here.”
Li Mo spoke first: “If you really want a conclusion, I can just step out and come back in.”
The great sun flickered, seemingly deep in thought.
The rules dictated that challengers must leave the City of Divine Beings upon d*ath, but it never specified they couldn’t re-enter.
In fact, they could go in and out.
It lingered in silence for a moment and then declared: “Still has to be in Human City.”
“No problem.”
Upon receiving Li Mo’s affirmative response, the great sun slowly faded away, handing the night back to Taiyin.
Li Mo exhaled, knowing that the being before him was a celestial instrument.
If it was adamant, he certainly didn’t have enough Supremacy of Sundry Objects to fling around.
Above the clouded night sky, everything abruptly quieted down.
When Li Mo turned around, he spotted Ying Bing gazing at him, her eyelashes illuminated by the moonlight, radiating a pure silver glow, the aura divine yet softly beautiful.
Before the first round of calamity, he descended into Human City, intending to perfect the scenery.
He hadn’t anticipated that Ying Bing would accompany him throughout that entire ordinary journey.
They say over time, people grow tired of one another; the red roses turn to dried-up brambles, and the moonlight fades into mere white rice.
But at this moment, Ice Chunk was holding his hand, her eyes still flickering with anticipation.
It felt as if she was looking forward to experiencing a different slice of mortal life with him once more.
“Ice Chunk, what if I descend again as a kn*fe-wielding wanderer to stir things up a bit?”
“Sounds good.”
“How did you know I’d still recognize you? What if I had someone else by my side?”
Ying Bing knitted her brows, then relaxed, her voice clear and cold: “Not in Great King Village, and not in the future.”
Completely unaware, Little Li served as Village Chief Li, tightly wrapped around by Ice Chunk for most of his life.
Ice Chunk seemed particularly formidable within the City of Divine Beings.
Was it because of the Heavenly Phoenix Domain being half involved?
Little Li found this arrangement utterly confusing, turning rebellious: “Who would know such things? Wandering the world isn’t like farming; swordsmen either have no emotions or are roguish, and they love to show off.”
His words echoed through the Jiangshan Yizhi Map.
“Slander! This is slander! I didn’t say that!” Xie Xuan and Wu Chushu both protested loudly.
“Well, I also… wouldn’t be unhappy…”
Ying Bing lowered her dim eyes, biting her lips and glancing away.
“Ah-choo…”
Li Mo sneezed, unsure if it was his conscience being pricked or getting scolded: “You’re not upset now, are you?”
“I’m not! The wind just blew a bit too hard; I feel a little cold.”
“Ice Chunk, you seem not only stronger but also more childish. Aren’t experts supposed to be aloof the higher they get?”
“That’s ‘stiff cold’! Li Mo, you’re the childish one.”
Li Mo laughed.
And just then, a cacophony of notification sounds erupted, a buildup from his time in the City of Divine Beings, returns on investments flooding in like a deluge.
But he couldn’t care less, finding Ying Bing’s behavior oddly silly.
Just as that thought crossed his mind, a warmth brushed against his neck, tingling even though he felt like spirit status—a sensation that was crystal clear.
Li Mo touched his neck, realizing it was likely red. He had no idea what method Ice Chunk used.
Most likely, this seal would follow him down to whatever new life awaited.
“??”
“Just sealing it would be fine.”
Li Mo joked, and Ying Bing understood he was being playful.
Yet the confidence she exuded while confronting the Jiangshan Yizhi Map and the bl**d God made her feel a bit cautious.
After biting down, Ying Bing looked up at him, her eyes creating ripples like autumn waters.
Cursed be it, wicked Ice Chunk wouldn’t think this meant she had him in her grasp again, right?
Li Mo scratched the back of his head.
Eh, where’s my rebellious streak?
