Thump—
Thump—
The stars moving along profound, unfathomable trajectories made sounds as they contracted, like strong heartbeats.
Before Li Mo's eyes, a Bronze Tree seed appeared. The strange phenomenon of the myriad stars flickered in time with its rhythm.
With every tremor, the vitality radiating from the seed grew stronger. He could also sense that, in the unseen and formless depths, there was a power—the root of all things—that linked the shattered Small World together like threads, holding back its extinction.
Rustle—
That mighty power, deposited over thousands of years, formed a tide. He sat quietly at its center, while the wounds on his flesh, like shattered porcelain, gradually knit together until he was perfect as before.
The cycle of life and death was reversed at this moment by Dynastic Luck and the Bronze Tree seed!
"Whew..."
Li Mo, within the formation's eye, opened his eyes and saw that figure through the haze.
Specks of blood still stained the hem of her skirt. Starlight reflected in her eyes, shimmering with brilliant colors. The divine pattern between her brows blended coldness and sanctity, while her fingertips guided that vast, mighty power.
Though this Great Shang Kingdom's fortune was only what remained, it had once been accumulated by an entire dynasty—ancient, domineering, and boundless.
With the power of Dynastic Luck added to him, his body would likely have been unable to bear it.
Yet beneath her slender fingers, the dynastic fortune all became soft as silk wound around her fingers, strand by strand merging with and mending his Inner World.
"When Ying Huang returned from above the Nine Heavens and remade heaven and earth, was she this beautiful too?"
Li Mo knew that he should not have been distracted at a time like this.
But his heart seemed to have developed thoughts