Chapter 1544: Chapter 90 Giant Elephant King
“…This ti, I shall conduct a blood sacrifice of all beings and reopen the Path of Moro!”
The will of the Moro Giant Elephant King, which had occupied the body of Elephant Forty-Nine, couldn’t help but roar towards the heavens.
Joy, rage, excitent, anticipation… countless emotions spanned across ti and life and death, converging at this mont.
Cracks and ravines covered its demonic body, as demonic flas danced wildly.
Streams of True Spirit will, almost tangible, surged towards it.
It could not contain its excitent, could not suppress its elation!
For tens of thousands of years, it had lain dormant, its residual True Spirit will scattered into Dao Seeds, blending into this realm.
No perception, no transformation.
One could even say it had been dead for tens of thousands of years.
And now, the contingencies it had left before its great battle with the Three Harmonies Master had finally borne fruit after so many millennia, achieving the desired effect.
Not only that, though its main body had perished, its True Spirit will was reborn through the blood and flesh of this world’s beings. This was a blessing in disguise—shedding the shell of an Innate Divine Demon, it was now free from the inherent ties of the World Eaters, able to ascend without restriction just like the lives of this realm…
However, its excitent didn’t last long. It soon noticed, not far away, a Human Cultivator gazing at it with an enigmatic look.
Clad in a simple azure robe, the cultivator stood quietly amidst the thunder and wind, seemingly unaffected.
Strikingly eye-catching.
“Hmm, are you the Human Cultivator who aided my return?”
A condescending glint flashed in “Elephant Forty-Nine’s” eyes, like that of a Deity gazing down from on high, the voice low and resonant.
The tone carried both arrogance and a trace of curiosity.
“You are the Moro Giant Elephant King?”
The other party’s tone also carried a faint trace of curiosity.
“Hmm?”
The oddly calm deanor of the other party caused “Elephant Forty-Nine” to narrow its eyes.
A vague sense of unease arose in its heart, and it covertly sensed the aura of the Human Cultivator, only to imdiately let out a sigh of relief.
Its tone and deanor beca even more arrogant:
“So, you’re just a Class IV runt… Considering the rit of aiding in my return, I shall overlook your impudence. Indeed, I am the Lord of Moro! The supre God Demon who governs the flas of sin and the blood of flesh!”
“I should have devoured you, but since you have been of use, and I currently lack suitable servants, henceforth, you shall follow . When I ascend to the Second Realm Sea in the future, even if you cannot follow, you may claim dominion as a sect ancestor within this Third Realm Sea!”
As it spoke, it raised its head slightly.
Its thick, powerful trunk swung once more, easily dispersing the final bolt of Thunder Tribulation descending from the sky.
The Thunder Cloud vanished, and the thunder ceased.
The Class V Thunder Tribulation was passed with no suspense, smooth and unscathed.
“Elephant Forty-Nine,” almost completely unhard, couldn’t resist raising its head, opening its mouth wide, and taking a deep breath.
On its elephantine face was a rare expression of intoxication and satisfaction.
“Ah, the taste of living again—how wondrous!”
“Even though the Spiritual Energy now compared to back then is far inferior, the opponents should also be much fewer… Alas, after all these years, the Three Harmonies Master should have long passed away. Otherwise…”
But its expression soon stiffened slightly. It lowered its head, looking at the Human Cultivator standing mid-air not far away.
Its two imnse eyes tilted slightly, carrying a hint of displeasure:
“Why do you still not kneel?”
Yet, to its displeasure, the cultivator before it did not show the slightest fear. Instead, with renewed curiosity, they asked:
“What is this Path of Moro you speak of?”
Such disregard for hierarchy, asking questions so bluntly despite its revealed identity, filled it with offense. A trace of ferocity flashed in its eyes.
Without a single wasted word.
Its long trunk lifted high, arched slightly backward, then suddenly straightened and shot toward the Human Cultivator!
The Human Cultivator stood as if unaware, not showing the slightest sign of dodging.
But at that exact mont.
“Elephant Forty-Nine’s” massive form suddenly convulsed!
The thick trunk that had shot forward recoiled abruptly as if encountering its nesis, uncontrollably reversing direction!
“Hmm?!”
A trace of shock appeared in “Elephant Forty-Nine’s” eyes, but it quickly realized the cause. Deep wrinkles imdiately surfaced on its forehead:
“The Dao Seed’s connection to this realm has preserved the original True Spirit of this body…”
“However… this changes nothing!”
A glimr of ruthless determination flashed in “Elephant Forty-Nine’s” eyes.
It was the essence of all Moro Giant Elephants; these Dao Seed incarnations at best were just its Clones. How could they possibly contend against its true self?
In an instant, the dispersed True Spirit will of the Moro Giant Elephant King scattered across the realm began accelerating its convergence toward “Elephant Forty-Nine”!
And as these True Spirit wills poured in, its aura rapidly surged!
The true will of the original Elephant Forty-Nine rapidly withered!
The giant elephant laughed wildly, demonic flas surging to the heavens:
“Do not resist further. Beco a part of my body, and I shall lead you across this realm, reveling in the blood of all beings, guiding you to asc…”
Bang!
Before the words finished, the Moro Giant Elephant King’s laughter abruptly ceased.
It felt the sky above suddenly darken, and before it could react, a boundless nine-colored palm imprint slamd down, smashing it heavily into the earth!
“ROAR!”
Furious beyond compare, the Moro Giant Elephant King blasted out from the ground.
Its gaze locked firmly on the Human Cultivator before it, whose expression remained calm and indifferent as ever.
The turbulent demonic flas betrayed its seething rage:
“You, how dare you defy …”
Yet, the other party rely frowned, seeming angrier than it, their low voice tinged with irritation:
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