Chapter Eight Hundred and Eighty – Pu and Wei (1/2)
Chapter Eight Hundred and Eighty – Pu and Wei
Zuo Mo’s mind delved inward.
The black gravestone floated alone in the sky above the sun tree. Looking at the black tombstone, Zuo Mo felt a wave of excitement. He had waited for this day for ten years.
The devious and proud Pu Yao and that chatty but black in hearted Wei, had accompanied him on his path of growth. They did their best to give him their aid, even though Pu Yao liked to laugh and mock him at every step.
Ten years!
In order to earn that single chance for his survival, the two had paid the price of being tortured and imprisoned for ten years.
I’m coming!
Zuo Mo softly said to himself in his mind. His hand reached towards the gravestone.
The gravestone suddenly gave off a strong repelling force. Thick black smoke flooded out and spread rapidly into the surroundings blocking his touch. Zuo Mo’s expressiondid not change. The sun tree having already recovered its vitality began released faint golden light.
The golden ray of light looked thin but was unusually powerful. The black smoke dissipated at its touch.
The dark gold bead had disappeared as it had been completely absorbed by Zuo Mo. The sun tree inside his body hadn’t just recovered its vitality, after absorbing the essence blood of the ancient sun tribe warrior, it had formed three suns.
These three suns constantly released shen power. The new shen power was much purer than in the past.
This was true god-level shen power!
In the ten years, Zuo Mo had constantly tried to breakthrough the smoke, but each time, he couldn’t do anything to the eerie black smoke. The black smoke was the manifestation of the oath and sacrifice power. It was hard to deal with. Zuo Mo tried to use the sun shen fire to refine it, but it was ineffective.
Right now, Zuo Mo could easily suppress the black smoke with just shen power.
The black smoke continued to erupt and then dissipate.
The entire process continued for a day and night.
The gravestone finally did not give off any more black smoke. The black color of the gravestone seemed to have faded slightly.
Zuo Mo’s hand finally came into contact with the gravestone.
A cold feeling came from his fingertip. Suddenly, Zuo Mo felt an extremely great power pulling him into the gravestone. Zuo Mo did not resist it. He felt his vision blur and then the surrounding world changed.
A grey wilderness that was endless.
There were sacrificial altars set up all over the wilderness. There was a pillar at the center of each altar, and there was a face carved onto every pillar. Some had wide gaping mouths, some were dignified and grave, some were malicious and cold … …
Each of the faces were carved in detail and was shrouded in an indescribable power. What was even scarier was that these faces were alive. Their eyes moved as Zuo Mo moved, and their expression occasionally changed.
Zuo Mo’s expression was ugly. There was a soul imprisoned in each altar.
Looking over, the altars stretched endlessly.
How many souls was this eerie gravestone imprisoning!
Zuo Mo speed up. He searched around for the vibrations of Pu Yao and Wei. Yet after flying five days and nights, Zuo Mo did not find the vibrations belonging to Pu Yao and Wei.
The sacrificial altars in front of him still stretched out endlessly.
Zuo Mo did not stop. He continued to fly. Only after three more days did he stop.
There were two sacrificial altars together in front of him. There were two faces on two pillars. Zuo Mo immediately recognized that they were Pu Yao and Wei.
“Long time no see.”
Zuo Mo murmured to himself, his eyes slightly red.
The two faces were changing dramatically. They seemed to be experiencing great pain.
Zuo Mo inhaled deeply and did not hesitate. He walked to one of the pillars and put his hand on it.
When his hand touched the pillar, he heard a tsunami of screaming. The screams continued telling of the great pain, hopelessness, and terror. If someone was not as mentally strong as he was, they would be seeing illusions at this time.
Zuo Mo did not seem to hear it. His gaze was determined. A thread of sun shen fire flowed along his finger and wrapped around the sacrificial pillar.
The sacrificial pillar immediately started to burn.
The surface of the pillar quickly melted like a layer of snow, then the second layer, the third layer … …
One layer after another like skinning an onion.
Zuo Mo’s shen power was being used up but the sunlight of the three suns on his sun tree did not change. They seemed to release an endless amount of pure shen power.
Zuo Mo was extremely focused. He did not know the flow of time.
Pew!
The eighty first layer!
The pillar suddenly shattered into dust and disappeared into the air.
A black figure shot into the sky.
“Hahahaha! I, Pu Yao, has returned!”
He was still as flamboyant as before, still as unrestrained, still as proud.
The black fire twisted in the air and Pu Yao appeared next to Zuo Mo. He said with a disdainful expression, “You are so slow! I had thought that you would come after five or six years! As expected, I overestimated you!”