Playing Dead
Gu Shaoshang sat cross-legged atop Cloudmist Mountain, looking down upon heaven and earth and gazing into the starry river of the heavens. The night wind brushed past him, lifting his long hair slightly.
His expression was neither sorrowful nor joyful, incomparably calm.
Behind him, six-year-old Gu Yu ran about the mountaintop, a tiny black eaglet perched on his shoulder, chirping softly.
There were some matters Gu Shaoshang did not need to alter; the automatic corrective force of space-time and fate would take effect on its own.
Gu Yu still obtained this black eagle with its extraordinary bloodline. In the Divine Realm, a Goddess of Life still fell. The Meteor Tear condensed from the Dao essence of her lifelong laws still split into two, one of which slowly streaked across the skies of the Divine Realm.
It was not particularly fast, traveling only ten million li in the span of a breath. It would still need two years to cross the Immortal Demon and Monster Realm.
Of course, to others, this speed was already incredibly fast.
Even those who knew a Meteor Tear would fall and had prepared for it could not intercept it at such tremendous speed.
Yet not everyone was willing to give up.
Someone was lurking within Cloudmist Mountain, seemingly plotting to seize the Meteor Tear.
And then there was no then.
Though Gu Shaoshang did not care about the crystallization left behind by the Goddess of Life, that did not mean he would stand idly by if someone interfered.
"Little Black, Little Black, you're so stupid!"
The moment little Gu Yu stopped, the eaglet chirping nonstop on his shoulder suddenly plunged headfirst into the ground.
The eaglet was truly too stupid. It could not even fly properly. It rolled dozens of zhang away before smashing