Chapter 1081 - Crushing Rocks On The Chest (1/2)

Chapter 1081: Crus.h.i.+ng Rocks On The Chest

Translator: Larbre Studio  Editor: Larbre Studio

Compared with the gloomy and miserable underground, the fields above the ground were as charming as paradise in late summer. However, could there be any place of genuine purity? Although the Right Royal Court had been haunted and exhausted by Tang's West Expeditionary Force, they were after all the rulers of the vast Wilderness. The war was not finished.

After a few days Jun Mo came back to the Bodhi tree to take a break. Right then Tang came from some distance and stared at him for a long while. ”You've been fighting hard. You deserve my admiration.”

He admired Jun Mo sincerely. Jun Mo had proved his peerlessness in the current generation of powerful figures. But what convinced Tang, the untamed master of the Devil's Doctrine, was not his powerfulness.

Jun Mo stood up and said, ”It's never hard when you are doing something you like.”

It might not be hard mentally, but physically he was already dust stained and exhausted. Everyone could tell that the non-stop battles throughout the years had consumed him tremendously.

Tang looked back toward the troubled cavalrymen of the Right Royal Court on the fields in some distance, and said, ”Leave it to me here. We, Wild People, are well-trained in wandering around the world. You should go take some rest.”

Jun Mo did not thank him, nor did go for a rest. He wiped off the dust on his monk suit with the empty sleeve and turned to walk away.

Tang stroke on the legendary Bodhi tree and said, ”I thought you would cut down this tree.”

”Don't touch the Bodhi tree and the chessboard in the peak. The Youngest Brother wants them.”

Upon those words Jun Mo walked toward the southeast without bidding goodby. He had to cake care of a lot more there in the Central Plains. The slaves came out of the Giant Sinkhole in the underground and saw the vast world above. But they did not know that it was just another bigger hole. He had to lead more people to an even bigger world. It was something that the Headmaster, the Youngest Brother and every generation of the Academy had been striving for.

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People cried out throughout the fields. The slaves who had been fighting with him for years were reluctant to see him leave. And the message of him leaving spread swiftly around. They knew they could not ask him to stay. Therefore millions of people prostrated toward him like billowing wheat fields.

Summer was gone and autumn followed. Time seemed to have slowed down. Too many things had happened in the past year. For those ordinary people who could only wait for an end of the war, it was a h.e.l.l of time. But for those who raced against time, it flew too fast. They had a lot more things to do before running out of it.