Chapter 535
But if they collide, even a being at the Law Body realm wouldn't be able to withstand it.
The black dots and cracks made contact, swirling around each other, turning the surrounding light and shadow into a chaotic blend that was rapidly expanding.
"Not enough!"
"Li Mo, what are you trying to do?"
Li Mo acted as if he hadn’t heard, his expression unchanged as he threw out a dozen more jars, gourds, and bags.
Where did he get so many Xumi objects?
Boom!
The chaos erupted like oil igniting in a fierce fire, filled with the deepest black yet bursting forth with bizarre, multicolored lightning.
The voice of the Great Sun grew furious, beginning to take control of the situation, suppressing the turmoil in space.
"Just a little more..."
Li Mo tightened his grip on the hammer treasure.
During the time he held the hammer, he hadn’t been idle.
Through the Human Path Killing Hammer, he sensed countless weapons, familiar faces like Dong Erniu, as well as strangers wielding blades, and even farmers toiling in the fields...
Each weapon's owner felt the vibrations emanating from them.
"My sword has gained sentience?"
Dong Erniu had just led a few blade-wielders to take down a crocodile-like demon.
Then he noticed his sword buzzing uncontrollably in his hand.
It was as if it was responding to some kind of call.
A call that compelled him to act without hesitation.
"Little Li..."
Dong Erniu seemed to realize something, suddenly bursting into laughter as he raised his sword to the sky.
He was not alone.
A tide of collective will surged forth, converging into the Panjie Meteor Hammer, igniting the flames of karma, igniting the flames of the fallen star.
Boom—
The hammer struck heavily at the breach.
Within it lay the resilience of those who had clung to life in Tianren City, unyielding and steadfast.
It couldn’t shake the foundation of the nation, but it shattered the delicate balance that had just emerged amidst the spatial turmoil.
Crack—
The map of the nation, which had materialized from the void, suddenly resembled a mirror riddled with cracks.
The projection was shattered by the power that shared its origin.
"Is it broken?"
"To put Xumi objects inside other Xumi objects... that's just outrageous."
"Could he really be a genius?"
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Chapter 607: Hey, Where's My Rebellion?
The Xumi objects collapsed and expanded in on themselves, and the explosion triggered by a single hammer even caused the external map of the nation to tremble.
The Huai Kong monk twitched at the corner of his mouth, his face filled with astonishment.
"Huh? When did you arrive, Abbot?"
Murong Xiao leaned back slightly, then curiously asked, "Is this your first time seeing someone put a Xumi object inside another Xumi object?"
It was well-known that the Huai Kong monk was the master of the path of mustard seed and Xumi.
"Of course not."
"Oh? There are other experts? How did that person discover it?"
Murong Xiao wasn’t surprised that someone had tried this before; after all, heroes were as numerous as the stars, and even a small genius like him could think of it, so it wasn’t remarkable.
But anyone who could do this certainly wasn’t as outrageous as Brother Li.
"That person once accidentally obtained a very precious Xumi object, which had an expansive space and was made of extraordinary material, ranking among the best in Xumi objects."
"And then?" Murong Xiao asked, intrigued.
"That person was born in a perilous era, often facing various crises and being hunted."
"He dealt with these crises using that Xumi object."
"In battle, the enemy's punches, arrows, and even... well, let's just say most attacks could be absorbed by the Xumi object, thus neutralizing them."
The Huai Kong monk recounted.
Murong Xiao stroked his bald head, "It can do that? Why didn’t I think of it... wait, what do you mean by 'bellyband'?"
"Ordinary Xumi objects wouldn’t work, but his was quite special."
Huai Kong ignored the latter part of his sentence: "So one time, he accidentally absorbed the enemy's Xumi object as well."
"Is there really a Xumi object made from a bellyband?"
"What bellyband?"
"Uh, I mean, what happened next?"
Murong Xiao quickly corrected himself.
He mainly noticed his master giving him a meaningful look, and following that gaze, he saw the bowl in the Abbot's hands.
Oh, the person you’re talking about is yourself.
"Naturally, a similar situation occurred afterward, but it wasn’t as intense. That person even turned misfortune into a blessing, gaining some understanding of the mustard seed and Xumi path..."
"So, Abbot, what did that bellyband look like?"
Murong Xiao asked innocently.
The Huai Kong monk remained expressionless: "I see you’ve been slacking off on your studies lately. You’ll have to copy the Buddhist scriptures ten times as punishment."
"???"
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Under the canopy.
"That last hammer was quite interesting."
Emperor Jingtai relaxed his furrowed brow, sensing something:
"It seems to have a similar essence to the Tianren Divine Sword?"
"If he can unleash this power to its fullest, perhaps the burden of driving away the Blood God will fall upon him."
The old woman Yan Tian said, shaking her head.
Emperor Jingtai fell silent, unsure if the old woman meant it was difficult to achieve or if she couldn’t see clearly.
Or perhaps both?
"Is this even possible?"
"This is the first time something like this has happened; how do we count it?"
"The Emperor hasn’t spoken, so he probably tacitly approves."
"I felt from the beginning that Li Shaoxia’s birth in the human city was unusual; it turns out he has more than one chance."
"But if he is reborn, and still a mortal, wouldn’t everything he did before have to start all over again?"
The number of celestial beings was fixed; when one fell, another would take its place.
This meant Li Mo was either in the Earth City or the Human City.
As the old saying goes.
What good is it to have many chances? Persistence is key.
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In the realm of Tianren City.
Li Mo held the cool hand of the ice lump.
Across from him, that hand reluctantly retreated back into the coffin, and the sea of blood gradually receded into the alien soil, as if it had never existed.
But the Great Sun, facing off against the cold moon, still remained.
The spiritual awareness of the map of the nation had helplessly withdrawn its projection from the nine heavens and ten earths, but it was clearly more persistent than the Blood God.
"You can’t keep me here."
Li Mo spoke first: "If you need a result, I can just go out and come back in."
The Great Sun trembled slightly, as if lost in thought.
The rule was that once a trial-taker died, they had to leave the realm of Tianren City, but it didn’t explicitly say they couldn’t enter again.
Or even go in and out repeatedly.
After a moment of silence, it said:
"You still have to be in the Human City."
"No problem."
With Li Mo’s affirmative response, the Great Sun slowly faded away, returning the night to the moon.
Li Mo let out a sigh of relief; after all, it was a heavenly fate artifact.
If it had been relentless, he wouldn’t have had so many Xumi objects to throw.
Above the clouds in the night sky, silence suddenly fell.
When Li Mo turned around, he saw Ying Bing quietly watching him, her eyelashes dyed a pure silver by the moonlight, exuding a sacred yet gentle aura.
In the fifty years before the first round of calamity, he was born in the Human City, intending to perfect his inner landscape.
He hadn’t expected Ying Bing to accompany him throughout, sharing a complete yet ordinary life.
They say that over time, familiarity breeds contempt; a red rose can become a mere mole, and white moonlight can turn into plain rice.
But at this moment, with the ice lump in his grasp, her eyes still glimmered with anticipation.
As if she was looking forward to experiencing a different mundane life with him once more.
"Ice lump, if I were to be reborn, how about becoming a blade-wielder and venturing into the martial world?"
"Sounds good."
"How do you know I’d still recognize you? What if someone else accompanies me in the martial world?"
Ying Bing furrowed her brows, then relaxed, coolly saying, "Not in Dawang Village, and never will be."
Unbeknownst to him, Little Li, as the village chief, had been under the thumb of the ice lump for half his life.
The ice lump seemed particularly formidable in this realm of Tianren City.
Was it because she had half of the Tianhuang domain?
Little Li was clearly arranged for, making him feel rebellious:
"Who would know such things? Venturing into the martial world is different from farming; swordsmen either lack emotions or are roguish, and they love to show off in front of others."
His words echoed through the map of the nation.
"That's slander! I didn’t do that!" Xie Xuan and Wu Chushu protested loudly.
"Well, I... wouldn’t be unhappy about it..."
Ying Bing lowered her dimmed eyes, pursing her lips as she looked aside.
"Ah-choo..."
Li Mo sneezed, unsure if it was due to a pang of conscience or being scolded: "You’re already unhappy now."
"I’m not! The wind is too strong; I’m a bit cold."
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