Chapter 1140: Chapter 184: Might Makes Right
The same Daoist magic, but this time more subtly… The two Bureau Investigators guarding the door didn’t even realize they had been affected by the Dao magic before they lost consciousness, leaning against the wall and sliding down.
Mo Mo came to the door with the Seal Strip.
Instead of pushing the door open directly, he merely placed his palm against the door.
He could very clearly feel the intense resentment inside the room… He had once feared this resentment, not only stopping in his tracks but even retreating.
Mo Mo took a deep breath, and with a slight suction from his palm, the Seal Strip easily fell off… His power had not increased at all; the two reincarnations only brought a change in his State of Mind.
But according to Senior Luo, all of it was derived from the existing foundation… Mo Mo did not think this was an Illusion Technique. Saying Illusion Technique seemed to belittle Senior Luo’s methods.
He and Ye Fei had experienced fifteen years together. The people encountered, the events faced, the development of the entire world, step by step… were definitely not something that any Illusion Technique could construct.
This has surpassed the limits of Illusion Techniques, and as someone who had once stepped into the Inquiry Phase during his reincarnations, he clearly understands one thing: This… is real Divine Skills.
Even a mere thirty years of life span, just for the experience of such Divine Skills, was absolutely worth every penny—he could only think so.
After removing the seals, Mo Mo pushed the door open, and a gust of wind suddenly struck, blowing back his hair—like a one-time effect, it soon returned to calm.
This is the thing condensed by the anger, resentment, and grievance of the battered demon inside… Like boiling steam breaking through the breach.
The low growl of beast speech filled every corner of the room, and the light from outside streamed into the room, transforming into a long pathway that happened to fall on the battered demon.
It raised its head, looking at Mo Mo walking towards it, an expression of surprise on its face—because it understood how this young Taoist had hurriedly fled in panic just a couple of hours ago.
“What are you here for?” It frowned.
Seeing Mo Mo again… Mo Mo gave it an entirely unfamiliar feeling.
Demons are more sensitive to the aura of creatures than humans… the smell, spirit, eyes, everything, all form the key elements for demons to judge humans.
He was still posed of these elements, but it seemed he had bee another person.
It was even surprised by an inappropriate steadiness present in this young Taoist that shouldn’t have been there… reminding it of the old ones like itself dedicated to pleting the current task.
It even saw something in Mo Mo that it, too, possessed… the material essential for Taoists to achieve Inquiry Phase and demons to break limits and bee huge powerful monsters.
Belief.
Mo Mo came before it without any fear or vigilance, as if looking at a stranger yet familiar person, suddenly asking: “What’s your name?”
“Du Lin.”
The name of the battered demon.
“Mo Mo.” Mo Mo nodded, “That’s my name.”
Du Lin sneered coldly, eyeing Mo Mo up and down, “Quite steady, a good act. You Taoists value your State of Mind the most, right? Want to rise from where you fell? I advise you not to indulge in such naive fantasies… Like you, terrified to death, utterly lost, yet forcibly posed, trying to confront me to break this predicament? Your idea isn’t wrong, just lack time… e again in five or ten years, perhaps you’ll have a chance.”
“I’ve already understood.” Mo Mo looked at Du Lin, softly speaking, his face calm like the stillness of a pool in the depths of a valley, calm… even somewhat cold.
“Understood what?” Du Lin frowned, having to mend the young Taoist’s posure.
Mo Mo gazed at his palm, speaking lightly: “Clearly wanting to save, yet powerless, only able to watch everything unfold… mocking my weakness, my ineptitude, my helplessness.”
“You brat…” Du Lin’s expression faintly stiffened, subconsciously asked: “What have you been doing for over an hour?”
“Lived two lifetimes.”
Du Lin gaped in surprise.
Mo Mo smiled bleakly.
Looking at Du Lin, Mo Mo solemnly said: “Du Lin, I’m sorry to hear about all you’ve gone through, but I do not intend to act against you now. Not planning to kill or release… Let it be fair, humans have slain many of your people, you’ve slain many humans, an eye for an eye, the rest to estimate by yourself and simultaneously others estimate… these are my final words.”
Mo Mo turned around and left, leaving Du Lin with a plex expression.
As he was about to leave the room, resealing it once more, Du Lin suddenly rushed forward, the Pipa Lock clattering due to its frenzy.
“If it were you, what would you do!! What can you do!! What would you be able to do!! Speak!!”
It widened its eyes with rage, looking ferocious.
“I wouldn’t cease to resent, wouldn’t cease to rage, wouldn’t cease to stay bitter…” Mo Mo watched it, “I haven’t denied all evil’s power, nor do I possess the ability to level all injustices; things beyond reach are naturally unattainable… The only thing I can do is to strive to save what’s within my reach.”
Mo Mo closed the door, “You should remain here.”
With those final words, Mo Mo wasn’t sure if Du Lin inside could hear… but it wasn’t a concern to him. His concern lay elsewhere.
Mo Mo lightly exhaled at this moment, slowly turning around, looking at the courtyard in front… gazing upon a quietly emerging, soundless figure.
Azure robe, Bronze Mask, standing with hands behind.
Mo Mo looked at the figure, calmly asking: “Are you Lai Caisheng or Tianxin Seventy-First Generation?”
…
The man in the green robe, wearing a bronze mask on his face, watched Mo Mo for a long time—since Mo Mo asked about his identity.
“You’ve bee different.”
His voice was somewhat hoarse, and it was clearly not Lai Caisheng’s voice, “In such a short time, your power hasn’t increased, but your state of mind… seems to have stepped into a pletely new realm. It’s truly rare, rare indeed. It seems I didn’t choose wrongly back then; you truly are someone worth keeping.”
“Tianxin Seventy-First Generation.” Mo Mo walked out of the corridor, ing within less than three meters of the opponent, “The Dao Monsters of Wolong Mountain Villa and the Management Bureau have long been fully deployed. This place is at best just an empty city… If you’re here to rescue Du Lin, it’s indeed a good time. But what is your true intention?”
The Bronze Masked Man slowly removed the mask from his face, revealing a pale, bloodless, aging face, “It seems something interesting, even beyond the ordinary, has happened to you. However, we simply call it an opportunity… An opportunity is incredibly precious to us. Meeting one is naturally a good thing, proving that your own luck is strong. As the saying goes, Heaven doesn’t cut off all paths. Despite how nature’s spiritual energy has declined to date, and Dao Monsters have reached a dead end, there’s still a sliver of life left for us to fight for. Mo Mo, do you want to join me in fighting for this sliver of survival?”
“Your disciple seemed to have had the intention to invite me before.” Mo Mo smiled calmly, “The young one invited before, now it’s the turn of the elder. It seems both master and apprentice are quite fond of me indeed.”
“I appreciate talented individuals, geniuses.” The Tianxin Seventy-First Generation slightly opened his hand and said, “Only they have the qualification to fight for this sliver of survival. This world is a great melting pot, and only the essence can remain, while the dregs will eventually be melted away. The new era needs excellent guides… e, join me, and bee a guide for the new era!”
“Then what about Du Lin?” Mo Mo asked, “What about Du Lin inside and the other Dao Monsters like him, what do they mean to you?”
“Foundation stones.” The Tianxin Seventy-First Generation said earnestly, “They are the foundation stones for the establishment of the new era, the best and greatest foundation stones.”
Mo Mo shook his head, “Heavenly Dao cycles, Dao Monsters rise and fall, Human Race wanes and flourishes. Since you are the Heart of Heaven of the previous generation of Clothed Dao, haven’t you thought about this? Even if you manage to revive spiritual energy this time, reigniting the era of Dao Monsters, what then? Can you annihilate humanity? To annihilate humanity is equivalent to wiping out the foundation of immortality. It can only remain, but once it remains, there will always e a day when it rises again. Then would you need to start the Spirit Energy of the Earth again. Could you possibly live to see that era?”
The Tianxin Seventy-First Generation squinted his eyes, and his slightly opened hand fell.
Mo Mo sighed, “You can’t, nobody can guarantee that. It’s better to let nature take its course. What should be destroyed will sooner or later be destroyed. Once it perishes, it should revive; naturally, it will revive. Yin and Yang are twins, everything turns upside down. Without understanding this, no matter how strong your magic power is, how high your cultivation level is, even if you can hang on in the Inquiry Phase… you are ultimately still in the Seeking Dao Realm, unable to transcend.”
“You… what realm are you in now?” The Tianxin Seventy-First Generation couldn’t hide the look of amazement in his eyes.
“I don’t know either.” Mo Mo shook his head, “My power is certainly not higher than yours at least… Okay, you have your belief, although more inclined towards obsession, it might still bee the seed for your inquiry. In that case, I won’t argue with you. Let’s pete in something else… Are you here to save Du Lin, or do you have another plot?”
The Tianxin Seventy-First Generation chuckled lightly, “If talented people can’t bee guides, they will inevitably bee the destroyers of the foundation stones… Too bad. From what I see now, the danger level you pose is enough to make me have to kill you.”
Mo Mo shook his head, casually beckoned, and a black, pitch-black peachwood sword floated from his palm, “Actually, I’ve understood a very simple and also the most brutal principle.”
“Oh?”
“In reality, all that has been said is rubbish.” Mo Mo said calmly, “Ultimately, it’s the one with the bigger fist that can say whatever they wish… Tianxin Seventy-First Generation, I won’t engage in a war of words any longer, it’s better to beat you up, straighten out your worldview, and then we’ll talk again!”
Mo Mo unsheathed the sword, and on the black peachwood sword, the sound of wind and thunder, in an instant, startled tens of miles around!
In an instant, in Wolong Mountain Villa, lightning shot out in all directions!
“Heavenly Limitless, Qiankun Borrowing Law… Thunderous Decree, Shenxiao Sky Thunder!”
The weather changed dramatically.
“Shenxiao Sky Thunder, the most profound Thunder Technique of Dragon Tiger Mountain, you’re merely less than twenty years into Dao cultivation, recklessly attempting such power, aren’t you afraid of backlash?”
“You better mind yourself first! Don’t spit blood randomly, it pollutes the environment!”
…
Not far away, Nero, who was chewing on some beeswax, licking the sticky residue off his fingers, exclaimed enthusiastically, “This righteous fellow seems to have gotten stronger… Boss, have you been boosting him?”
“In the eastern system, it seems the state of mind is the hardest to cultivate. Hmm, a very special system, strength doesn’t mean everything.” Luo Qiu glanced over and then pulled out a handkerchief, handing it over, “Wipe it off.”
“Oh.” Nero obediently took it, then suddenly said, “But… I always feel this righteous fellow really admires you, Boss.”
Luo Qiu asked curiously, “Why do you say that?”
Nero squinted, “Don’t you think his way of speaking is like imitating you?”
Luo Qiu was momentarily stunned, then turned again to watch the showdown. As for Nero… Nero climbed back onto the tree to get more beeswax.
“Where is so much honey in the winter, what you had earlier was already all of it.” The boss said, neither salty nor bland.
Nero blinked, suddenly jumped down from the tree, leaves sticking to her hair, pitifully said, “Boss, I want more…”
Luo Qiu casually said, “I remember when I rebuilt your Black Soul Body, I didn’t recreate your personality or add any peculiar thoughts.”
“Because I submit to the strong.” Nero laughed and said.
“That’s a reasonable explanation… So why are you so obsessed with eating?”
“To survive.” Nero said calmly, “I’ll eat anything, stale bread, swamp water, even dead insects. Because eating ensures survival. But now even without eating, I can still survive. I… can’t get used to it instead.”
“You’ll gradually get used to it.” Luo Qiu nodded, his hand opened to reveal another piece of fresh beeswax, “There’s another beehive nearby. After consuming this, there really won’t be any more.”
“Hey.” Nero quickly snatched it, then hooked an arm around Boss Luo’s shoulder, grinning wickedly, “So, did my previous words earn the highest score in your mind?”
Saying this, Nero sank her teeth into the beeswax in her hand… However, the beeswax she bit into was hard as a rock, almost causing her teeth to lose hold.
“What kind of crap is this!!!”
“Oh right, forgot to tell you, this stuff has been sitting too long, probably can’t be eaten anymore.” Luo Qiu said calmly.
“…Boss, you’re stingy!”
In annoyance, a figure was seen slowly descending from the stormy battleground above, it was… Tianxin Seventy-First Generation.
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