Chapter Eight Hundred and Seventy Two – The King’s Horn (2/2)

Zuo Mo chose that jade skeleton from Gu Wu Shuang’s materials. When Zuo Mo picked the jade skeleton, he heard the sound of Gu Wu Shuang grinding his teeth in pain. It took many years for a skeleton to turn into jade, and the special environment that could form this wasrare. This jade skeleton was the best of all the skeletons he collected.

Zuo Mo planned to give this jade skeleton to Lan after he returned to Mo Cloud Sea. That guy’s body was incomplete and this jade skeleton was suitable to replace the lost bones.

Zuo Mo unhesitatingly chose the dragon heart from Hei Wu’s collection. Truthfully, he had picked out the dragon heart at first glance. The dragon heart was extremely strong in vitality, and this dragon heart was still beating. When Zuo Mo touched it, he immediately felt a great abundance of vitality.

Eldest Shixiong!

If he put this dragon heart into Eldest Shixiong’s body, how powerful would Eldest Shixiong’s body become? The dragon heart’s ability to produce blood was unrivalled in the world and it could definitely pair with the God-killing Blood Sword.

Abundant vitality, unrivalled and powerful resolve, an imperishable fighting will, a sword essence that was at the peak!

A powerful warrior that would astound the world!

Zuo Mo was excited just thinking about it.

Eldest Shixiong, Lin Qian will be for you!

Zuo Mo turned to Bu Ru Mian’s collection. His gaze landed on a seemingly ordinary wisp of ghost fire. This ghost fire looked as though there was nothing special about it but he said without hesitation, “I want this ghost fire!”

“Here!” Bu Ru Mian did not hesitate to hand it over. Then he asked curiously, “Could Grandmaster explain to for me what this is? I accidentally obtained this ghost fire and felt that there was something strange. But upon closer examination, I cannot find anything special. Grandmaster must have identified what was special to have picked it. Could you speak of it?”

The others also showed curious expressions. They had all looked at Bu Ru Mian’s ghost fire. They felt the same as Bu Ru Mian. This ghost fire wasn’t quite right. But they could not pinpoint what wasn’t right.

The ghost fire held in his hand, Zuo Mo explained. “There is a soul hiding in this ghost fire. However, it is extremely skilled in hiding, and so you were not able to find it.”

As he spoke, the blurry figure of a female appeared in the ghost fire. This female bowed elegantly to Zuo Mo. Zuo Mo had pointed her out and there was no use in hiding so she could only submit to Zuo Mo.

The five realized and tsked as they marvelled.

Zuo Mo picked the horn that was making sound on its own from Mo Ru’s collection.

Mo Ru handed over the long horn and then asked, “This one has obtained this item for a long time and does not know its origins. Could Grandmaster tell me?”

Zuo Mo took the long horn and nodded. “This item has a great history!”

Everyone perked up their ears. Even Grandmaster said that this item had a great history. It immediately stirred their curiosity.

“The era of the totems ended and it gradually shifted into the era of the yao, mo, and xiu. The first king in history for the mo appeared. Everyone should know this.”

“Is Grandmaster talking about the mo king of the Hundred Wasteland Oxen?” Gu Wu Shuang asked.

“Yes.” Zuo Mo nodded. “King is a term unique to the mo. The yao and the xiuzhe do not have kings. As the era of shen power declined, the tribes gradually divided into three groups. One of the three was the ancestors of the mo. The term king came from them. However, the king of that era, strictly speaking, is not the same as the present.”

Everyone listened carefully. They had a feeling that what Grandmaster was going to say to them was most likely an astounding matter.

“This mo king’s cultivation had reached a peak, and he was just a thread away from god-level. This was astounding for the time.”

Zuo Mo’s voice was low. He unconsciously thought of Pu Yao and Wei. It had been those two who had narrated these forgotten and ancient histories to him.

Reminiscing on memories was like a black cloud. Some people were covered by darkness, some could see sunlight through the cracks.

Zuo Mo raised his head, his expression having recovered. “In truth, he did become god-level later on, even if it was only for a short while. For those that have the blood of mo, when they enter god-level, the power in their bloodline is completely released. They could cause instinctive fear in other mo. This first mo king used his horn to forge a horn to lead the mo. That is the [King’s Horn].”

The five listened with wide eyes and open mouths.

Of course they had heard of the King’s Horn. This legendary treasure that had briefly appeared gloriously in history. It was the symbol of might and power. The rumor was that one who obtained the [King’s Horn] would unite the mo. However, just like the other treasures of legend, it had disappeared.

“Is this the King’s Horn?” Mo Ru almost shouted.

“No.” Zuo Mo shook his head.

For some unknown reason, the five sighed in relief. The pressure on them decreased. If it really was the King’s Horn, it would be too shocking.

“Good good! So scary! I had thought that this was the King’s Horn! Motherf***er, if a treasure is too good, one cannot endure the consequences!” Si Du still felt lingering fear.

Everyone else nodded.

Zuo Mo glanced at them and said with a calm expression, “This is the other horn of the first mo king.”

Translator Ramblings: Zuo Mo is an evil storyteller.