Mo Blade

Having figured everything out, Shen Mo sat cross-legged on the bed and began absorbing the demonic energy and spiritual energy in the air.

He circulated his cultivation technique, his expression turning somewhat strange.

He truly could not understand it. Yesterday, he had looked like he was coughing blood and on the verge of death, so how could he not find even the slightest injury today? It was as though something had healed him.

Yet that feeling seemed somewhat familiar. It was a little like—Heavenly Dao backlash.

Shen Mo's expression instantly turned cold.

Could this world also have a Heavenly Dao?

Had something his sister said yesterday revealed a secret of fate he was not supposed to know?

Or was it because he had smuggled himself here and essentially possessed someone else's body?

But that did not make sense either. If he had been discovered as a soul from another world, should he not have been directly erased, just as in the Cultivation Realm?

Then why was his body now completely fine again?

He could not figure it out. He really could not figure it out.

The unknown danger made people uneasy. Shen Mo's heart sank, but there was nothing he could do right now.

At worst, he would die. At present, he could not even extend his Divine Sense, much less use any more powerful divine abilities. He could only wait until his Divine Soul recovered before investigating this matter. If worse came to worst, he would just lie low for now.

With that thought, Shen Mo sat cross-legged and began cultivating in earnest.

Within the limits of what he could endure, he absorbed as much energy from the air as possible.

The demonic energy continuously tempered his fragile body before settling inside it, becoming part of his foundation.

There was still only a tiny amount of spiritual energy, but it was better than nothing.

The air was also mixed with a faint trace of deathly energy, likely from those Zombies and mutated creatures. Shen Mo accepted it all without hesitation. As long as it did not burst his meridians, he could endure even more pain without so much as furrowing his brow.

In the blink of an eye, it was afternoon. The sun was no longer as unbearable as it had been at noon. Remembering his plans, Shen Mo, still in meditation, slowly opened his eyes. An invisible current of air spread outward from him.

Good. He was finally no longer powerless.

Shen Mo stretched and worked his body after sitting for so long. He picked up the food his sister had left for him and carelessly swallowed a few bites, then went to the window, opened it, and looked in the direction the car had left that morning.

After raising a hand and giving a wobbly yawn, he flipped straight out the window.

Of course, Shen Mo was not so despondent that he wanted to kill himself. He did not fall to the ground; instead, he floated half a meter above it.

Upon closer inspection, a rusted blade had appeared beneath his feet at some point. It radiated an ominous baleful aura as it hovered in midair.

Before he could look cool for even three seconds, the blade began to wobble, and Shen Mo nearly face-planted.

With a dark expression, Shen Mo looked at the broken blade and negotiated helplessly, "Mo Blade, we've worked together for so long. I know you're injured too, so just hold on a little longer, okay? I'll definitely find something that can help you upgrade as soon as possible."

"To be honest, I came out this time for your sake too. You can't let us down and fail at a time like this."

Mo Blade seemed to have been soothed by his empty promises. It stopped swaying and hovered steadily in the air.

Shen Mo circulated his demonic power, followed the aura of his bargain-bin sister, adjusted his direction, and vanished from the spot with a whoosh.

The villa was in the suburbs, far from the city, so there were not many Zombies nearby. But because of that, they had to travel a long way every time they searched for supplies.

Shen Mo did not find the male and female leads along the way. They might have already entered the city.

He controlled Mo Blade and flew directly to the city center from his memories, then took the blade into his hand.

The auras here were far too chaotic, and Shen Mo could not determine the male and female leads' exact location for the moment. However, the central area was mostly filled with Zombies, with barely any aura of the living.

The survivor teams collecting supplies were currently exploring the outskirts. Only residents who had not managed to escape in time remained in the central area, but compared with the Zombies, the number of these survivors was negligible.

Shen Mo tilted his head in thought. Then his gaze suddenly fell on his clothes, and his eyes flashed as he decided to gather some supplies first.

The place where he landed just happened to be the city's busiest commercial district, with several large shopping malls nearby.

Correspondingly, this had once been the most crowded part of the city. Wrecked cars lay scattered across the roads, while the ground was covered in trash and bloodstains that had already blackened.

Several plastic bags were blown into the air by the wind. After drifting in circles, they rolled across the ground with rustling sounds.

Quite a few Zombies wandered aimlessly nearby, their bodies rotting to varying degrees. Some even dragged their intestines along the ground, letting out occasional growls.

The glass doors and windows of the roadside stores had also been shattered by the chain collisions, but the items inside still appeared fairly complete and had not suffered much damage.

Broken glass lay scattered messily before the shops. Under the blazing sunlight, it reflected tiny glimmers of light, forming a desolate and decadent scene.

If this were not the apocalypse, he would have had to offer a few comments on it.