Lin Qi looked at Ai Mo blankly. Fine, her mind was only that of a five- or six-year-old child, and she had been protected within Te Ruo Mu's sleeping space ever since birth. It was perfectly understandable that someone who had never seen raging winds or torrential rain would be frightened by such things. But the smell of blood? Lin Qi sniffed hard. There was no smell of blood anywhere in this vast imperial palace.
Ai Mo raised her head trembling, her entire body shaking as she muttered softly, "Eighty-three golden threads of fate have been shattered—not severed, but utterly pulverized. Every trace of their existence in the past and future has been completely erased. Only a terrifying power approaching the very origin of laws could do something so dreadful."
"I can hear their souls wailing. I can smell the blood reeking from them. The people who killed them are like you—their bodies are shrouded in thick black mist, and I cannot see them clearly. But their weapons were so savage: two huge metal rods, incredibly thick and incredibly long. They crushed those people into meat patties!"
Lin Qi smacked his lips. Near Dragon Mountain Imperial Capital, people who used metal rods—and with two appearing at once—could only be the two Rabbits at his side. Clearly, on a night black as ink, with howling winds, raging rain, flashing lightning, and rolling thunder, certain people had tried to sneak into Dragon Mountain Imperial Capital to enjoy the scenery. In the end, they had been torn to pieces by the abyssal forces led by the Rabbits.
Gently patting Ai Mo on the head, Lin Qi quietly soothed her anxiety and fear.
This little girl's value could be seen from the densely packed, incomparably complicated diagram of relationships between the gods on the