Lu Yin was horrified. Beneath the Celestial Eye, Old Mo had now drawn upon that kind of particle, bringing darkness down to devour everything. This was the power he should have had all along.
Even the consciousness of the Thousand-Faced Player, fused with divine power, was suppressed. Old Mo had gone completely mad. He had spent countless years in Darkness Space-Time, sleeping from the Heavenly Sect Era until now, all for the sake of finding the Celestial Eye. He had paid so much and still failed to find it, only for some little rat who had just arrived to obtain it. What infuriated him even more was that the little rat had originally been about to escape—Old Mo had been the one who stopped him.
This little rat from the Lu family.
"You're asking to die!" Old Mo roared. The darkness grew deeper, suppressing everything. Only the light of the Celestial Eye remained beyond its reach.
That only made Old Mo more unwilling to accept it.
He knew exactly how powerful Wu Tian's Celestial Eye was. It was precisely because of the Celestial Eye that Wu Tian had stood alongside Death God and Destiny, becoming one of the Three Realms.
Death God had created death energy, and Destiny could see through the future. Wu Tian alone had cultivated the Ancestral Stellar Source. He was unremarkable in every way, yet that very man had created the Martial Law Celestial Eye, a power that rivaled Death God and Destiny. It could decipher the use of every weapon, open the door to weapons for humanity, and widely spread battle techniques. He had become humanity's pioneering mentor, all thanks to the Martial Law Celestial Eye.
No. He had to get the Martial Law Celestial Eye.
Old Mo ignored the Thousand-Faced Player, turning into darkness