Memory flashed back.
A wistful, weathered look crossed Mu Yunhai's face.
Forty thousand years had passed in the blink of an eye.
Perhaps he and Mo had both forgotten how deeply they had once cared for each other.
In fact, over these forty thousand years,
the two had gradually grown cold toward one another, each wanting to kill the other before the time came and claim all the secrets of the other's Karma rules.
Their hearts had changed.
But the measures they had put in place at the beginning had remained.
Mu Yunhai sighed softly and laid one hand on Mo's corpse.
In an instant, the power of rules shimmered across Mo's body and flowed toward Mu Yunhai.
"Brother Yunhai." Mo's voice suddenly rang out.
Mu Yunhai's aura flared. A moment later, he furrowed his brow.
Formation Patterns swirled into view, taking the shape of Mo.
Mo looked calmly at Mu Yunhai.
"As Dao Children, only one of us can remain.
"Xuan Yi is the pinnacle of the Human World, and Wuchen Jun may be the strongest beyond it.
"With those two at our side, our chances of survival are slim."
Mu Yunhai's brow knitted tighter, but Mo continued:
"But why couldn't one of us be the one who survives?
"I knew long ago that you would outlive me. You know how to endure and lie low; I don't."
Mo stood with his hands behind his back and spoke in an even tone.
"Our plans, laid over tens of thousands of years, were all for that one moment in the future.
"Take all my memories of the Martial Dao and live on.
"If you can, avenge me and kill the Lord of Formations."
Mo remained calm throughout. These were his final words, left behind before his death.
The next moment,