The misty clouds obscured most of its body, but its limbs and torso could be seen to have solidified, no longer just an empty shell, but a real body of flesh and blood! As the thick spiritual energy from the sky flowed into its body, blurry features gradually appeared on its blank face, and the mocking smile on its lips was extremely glaring.
But what is most striking is not His inhuman appearance, but the long, dark hair hanging down behind Him, as if it were wet and thick. Anyone who looks closely will find that it is not dark hair at all, but rather a series of hideous faces that are red to the point of being black! Thick resentment and blood energy condensed into strands of "hair". Compared to the "ruthless" Heavenly Dao as described by the world, He at this moment is more like a demon crawling out of hell.
"I can't compare to you." Shen Mo sneered, looking at Him with an icy expression. "From Burning Qi to Demon Lord, your scheming is far more sophisticated than mine."
Manipulating other people's fates, toying with their emotions, and then finally revealing yourself to be used by them—what could be more insidious and devastating than this kind of scheming?
Despite desperately wanting to take human form, it loathes all living beings, treading on countless pieces of flesh and blood just for itself, selfish to the extreme.
"Those who achieve great things do not concern themselves with trifles, so why should they care about the life and death of ants?"
He was unfazed by Shen Mo's mockery, secretly feeling the spiritual energy flowing in, and clicked his tongue inwardly.
From the moment He saw the immense fortune emanating from Shen Mo, the Heavenly Dao knew that Shen Mo had finally succeeded. Not only had he tricked and deceived him, but he had also made the rules acknowledge him as the unprecedented ruler of the four continents. This enraged the arrogant and proud Heavenly Dao, who wished He could immediately tear Shen Mo to pieces.
However, compared to fighting, He still clung to an impossible delusion and said in a seductive tone: "You have deceived me for so long and hindered my transformation at every turn. We are sworn enemies, but now I have no one else to rely on. I can be generous this time. As long as you are willing to submit to me, our grudges will be wiped away. I can even grant you ascension to leave this world!"
An invisible pressure suddenly arose. Even Shen Mo, who was prepared, subconsciously tensed up to resist the pressure from the Heavenly Dao. Qin Moyu, who was not the main target of the Heavenly Dao's pressure, was still affected and turned pale.
Seeing this scene, Heaven was even more pleased with itself. It laughed loudly, and even the dense spiritual energy was shaken and rippled by its laughter.
—Yes! That's it! Fear me! Be afraid of me! You should all be manipulated by me!
"How about it? You've felt it too. I'm no longer the Heavenly Dao that was bound by rules and hindered my progress. As long as you nod, I will not let you down."
Tiandao grinned, his tone full of temptation.
Seeing a hint of hesitation in Shen Mo's eyes, He quickly pressed on, saying, "With my help, you will be able to ascend and leave this world immediately!"
He has told countless lies since His birth, but this one is the absolute truth: He can indeed help Shen Mo ascend and leave.
only.
As Shen Mo took a step forward, the Heavenly Dao watched as spiritual energy surged and condensed into a pair of completely black eyes, filled with a thick malice that was about to overflow from their sockets.
Why should I keep my promise?
As long as we can hold off the only variable, Shen Mo, until he fully transforms and refines the world, he will not be afraid of even ten Shen Mos, let alone one!
At that time, He will be just like that person...
Shen Mo reached out and placed his hand on Qin Moyu's back, relieving his pressure. Hearing this, he chuckled softly, "It sounds tempting, but..."
He took a step forward, shielding Qin Moyu behind him, and under the watchful gaze of the Heavenly Dao, slowly drew his longsword, uttering a single word with a smile in his eyes—
"roll."
The longsword inevitably got covered in snow in the harsh environment, but it melted away in the blink of an eye, leaving only the sharp, cold light of the sword tip pointing towards the heavens. The invisible sword energy cleaved through the invisible cage of oppressive power, lunging to tear a piece of flesh from the "person" above.
Fear, attraction, submission... these are all just wishful thinking on the part of Heaven. Shen Mo, following its lead, tricked it once again.
A single word, spoken lightly, brought the world to a standstill.
The rules dictate that snowflakes fall from the sky to the ground, but now there is a force that shatters a snowflake halfway through its journey!
"Shen—Mo—"
That was the heart-wrenching roar of Heaven, and a shadow fell over Shen Mo's head.
He looked up and saw a huge hand formed from spiritual energy pressing down at a speed visible to the naked eye!
Shen Mo neither moved nor dodged; he lightly touched the ground with his toes and leaped towards the giant hand!
Faced with the giant hand, Shen Mo was like a mayfly trying to shake a tree, extremely small, and was swallowed up by the giant hand in the blink of an eye and disappeared from sight.
"Fool." The Heavenly Dao sneered, mocking Shen Mo's recklessness. "Do you really think I'm still the same Heavenly Dao who couldn't even kill a chicken?"
In the past, the Heavenly Dao was always bound by rules. Although it could deceive and tempt all living beings by relying on its own identity, it could never actively harm living beings. But now it has broken free from the constraints of rules and is willing to risk everything for this transformation. How could it be willing to cower in a corner and wait for Shen Mo to ruin the plan?
Qin Moyu's eyes widened in horror at the sight, and he couldn't help but shout, "Ye Bai!"
His voice attracted the attention of the Heavenly Dao, which then remembered that Qin Moyu was present. Its eyes flickered, and it reached out to grab Qin Moyu.
Qin Moyu's birth was a miracle. In the past, He was so focused on the plan that He didn't pay much attention to him. But now, looking back, this person was really unusual in every way. It seems that many things have gone astray because of him. This move has that person's style.
I just don't know if that person will show up if He kills Qin Moyu.
It truly makes Him look forward to it.
The Heavenly Dao, with its undisguised malice, reached out towards Qin Moyu, but was stopped before it could take another step.
"Don't touch him."
A voice colder than wind and snow rang out. Shen Mo, with a sullen face, blocked the Heavenly Dao with just one hand. He casually threw away the longsword that had been broken under the weight of the sword, but his lowered hand was loosely gripping the hilt as if he were still holding it.
Even the most powerful divine weapons cannot withstand such a massive impact of spiritual energy. It is already remarkable that they were able to withstand this attack without being annihilated. But how can a sword cultivator fight without a sword?
Thus, in Qin Moyu's eyes, the magnificent golden net seemed to be a group of ministers who had heard the king's command. In the blink of an eye, it flowed into Shen Mo's hand in order and gathered into a golden longsword!
The sword stands tall and straight, without many complicated patterns engraved on it; only its silent, cold gleam reveals its bloodthirsty ferocity.
Just like Shen Mo, who appears indifferent and profound, the more you get to know him, the more you discover the surging emotions hidden beneath his calm surface.
When in love, one gives everything, wanting to lay bare one's heart and offer it up; when in hatred, one endures forever, lying dormant, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
Now, with his sword drawn, it's time for him to confront this blood feud.
—The debt has been collected.