Junior sister, keep forbear for a while, I almost become invincible as soon! Chapter 980 - 978: He Must Be Tall and Strong

During the open and covert struggle between the two won, Mo Lai quietly left here, but... wanting to reach the golden palace under the watchful eyes of hundreds of Divine Clan experts and successfully infiltrate was extrely challenging.

Mo Lai swore, having lived for so many years, he had never done anything like this.

An gave him his first experience, hiding in the dark, his heart filled with trepidation and tension, continuously adjusting his emotions, forcing himself to calm down.

After all, he’s the Emperor Son.

His psychological resilience is strong, and it wasn’t long before he completely cald down. Then he spent about an hour silently arriving at the palace.

However, he didn’t act recklessly, maintaining silence in a spot, observing secretly, finally astonishingly discovering that there seed to be no one guarding here.

Afterward, he cautiously extended his Divine Sense, beginning to contact the palace, perceiving a faint wave of power, which should be an array...

Mo Lai remained silent.

Although he had quite researched arrays, at this mont, he couldn’t go about breaking the formation like normal circumstances.

He had to sneak around and couldn’t let the opponent discover him.

Thankfully, the array set here wasn’t very powerful, just a simple defensive formation. He used his skills to tear a corner of the array.

With one leap, he escaped into the palace.

Yet the scene before his eyes stunned him.

The palace, which appeared splendid from the outside, internally was a sea of blood, like a hell on earth, no... it was architecture stained with blood.

A giant roulette kept turning underfoot.

Although slow, it possessed rhythm.

A few massive pillars pierced through the roulette, also crimson red, and there were so ferocious humanoid heads hanging on the pillars.

Even so Ancient Ferocious Beasts with their bloody mouths agape were present.

The intense scent of blood assaulted the senses, almost blinding Mo Lai, his heart shook, breathing rapidly, staring intently at the scene before him.

Broken and shattered mories kept surging out, Mo Lai’s body trembled, beginning to curl downward, revealing a painful expression...

He seed to recall sothing.

Fortunately, Mo Lai’s consciousness was still sowhat clear, not shouting out, but silently enduring the mories and pain. After everything dissipated, he laboriously got up.

"That’s impossible." Mo Lai muttered to himself, breathing heavily, showing fear in his eyes.

He didn’t want to admit it, but the truth was before his eyes.

This was an ancient array, and all he saw were rely a point in the formation.

Back when the Divine Clan invaded the Spirit Realm, they also arranged this.

He witnessed it firsthand.

Beneath the array point, was a vast space, understandable as a small world.

The sky was red, the earth was red, and here... densely packed figures existed, so soaked in a sea of blood, their clothing, hair, faces, and skin nearly dyed red.

They were thin, emaciated, eyes empty, staring blankly at this world and their companions beside them.

The majority were also tied to wooden racks, with thick iron chains tightly coiling their bodies, various patterns carved on the wooden racks, including the Divine Clan’s script.

This was an ancient Imprisonnt Skill.

Binding a person to a wooden rack, using cursed iron chains and ancient Mighty Power, restraining this might, physical body, Divine Soul, everything imprinted here, unable to escape for a lifeti.

Only able to taste loneliness and tornt alone, inner despair.

Unless the caster bears compassion.

So lay on the blood-like ground, but they hadn’t died, barely alive, always breathing, although very weak.

Mysteriously, everyone was like this.

And to the left of this horrifying space was a vast blood sea, soaking tens of thousands of people, so of whom were new.

Just behind the blood sea.

A young boy with blurry features, voice crisp yet laced with fear, asked, "Father, have we reached Human Clan ancestors’ holand?"

His eyes had been blinded, hollow and empty.

Blinded personally by the "Father" he referred to.

The purpose was not to let him see this terrifying world.

The father beside him heard his son’s question, painfully and desperately, stared blankly at this blood-red world, knowing they’d lost all chance of survival.

The Divine Clan intended to blood-sacrifice them, until everyone’s blood dried up, flowing into this colossal point in the formation.

And their physical bodies would turn to ashes, Divine Souls eternally imprisoned here, suffering tornt, unable to enter Reincarnation.

"Father, why are you silent?" The young boy asked again.

Throughout the journey, he asked seven or eight tis.

Every ti the question was the sa, the holand of the Human Clan.

And every ti the father’s answer was the sa as well: "Almost there."

But now, after entering the blood sea, for the first ti the young boy asked, the steadfast father could no longer feign strength, silently weeping.

"Bei, I know you’re very clever, you might have guessed the outco, it’s father’s incompetence, unable to save you." His tone trembled, filled with despair.

Yet even so, this desperate father still recounted the sights seen on the ship—the Heaven Martial Continent: "This world is beautiful, with rivers and mountains, long expanses, vast fields of flowers..."

As he spoke, his voice choked.

At this ti, a sound ca from behind, continuing his narration: "Human Clan’s holand called Heaven Martial Continent, is a beautiful, peaceful, and serene place, without Divine Clan oppression or Divine Clan enslaving us. This is the world that truly belongs to the Human Clan, and there’s a place called Wasteland, sowhat desolate, but overall not bad, another place called Spirit Realm, Nine Heavens and Earth... you might have heard, every Human Emperor in human history, has set out from here, embarking on a path to battle the Divine Clan."

The speaker was a delicate woman, relatively calm amidst everyone’s despair.

This father glanced at her, showing astonishnt, internally curious, but didn’t inquire at this mont because she continued narrating.

"We Human Clan are a mighty race, even without Gods, but... we possess strong willpower and hearts that never yield."

"We have never compromised with the Divine Clan, nor with fate, no matter what dire situations we face, we’ve never abandoned hope for survival."

"What’s your na?" The young boy nad Bei couldn’t help but ask.

"Shadow."

"From what you’ve said, are you from Human Clan’s holand?"

"Yes!"

"Then you must have seen this era’s Human Emperor, right?" He looked forward, his mind gradually forming a ntal image.

That figure, resembling a Celestial God, descended from the heavens, storming in here, slaying all the Divine Clan experts, then saving them from this hell.

He must be towering.

He was like a mountain, guarding the peace of Human Clan, intimidating the fangs of the Divine Clan.

The father beside him was also profoundly shocked upon hearing her response.

For the ship descended from the Heavens of worlds, everyone aboard ca from the Heavens, never stopping midway, yet... this delicate woman before them actually ca from the Human Clan’s holand.

Shadow slowly raised her head, although her eyes contained flowing color, she didn’t know how to answer the young boy’s question.

Because when she entered the Heavens, there was no Emperor in the Human Clan.

But looking at this excited young boy before her, she still answered: "I have seen!"