The Dharma Form manifested in the Present World, and heaven and earth abruptly fell silent.
That figure was too tall, too vast.
Nine Sorrows and Lunar Yin stood in the sky, reigning over this place from on high. Yet the instant that dark Imperial Robe unfurled, they could only look up.
Nine Sorrows's pupils contracted slightly. This was not his first time seeing that Dharma Form, yet it still struck fear into him.
Had it merely been a behemoth ten thousand zhang tall, it would have meant little to him. Taboos had existed for ages-what enormous creatures had they not seen? He could crush one with a raised hand.
But that Dharma Form was more than merely large.
Its divine might was boundless, deep as an abyss, fearsome as a prison, far beyond anything ordinary. Upon that dark robe, sun and moon linked into rings, and the nine netherworlds rose and sank, as though the weight of an entire world rested upon its wearer.
"You feed upon my human race...
," Chu Mo began, his voice falling like heaven's decree and crashing into this stretch of heaven and earth. His gaze settled upon Nine Sorrows and Lunar Yin as he said coldly, "You deserve death."
As his words fell, he spread his fingers and pressed his palm down.
A vast palm manifested in the mortal world, instantly blotting out the sun and moon. As though heaven and earth were collapsing and the cosmos had been turned upside down, it slowly descended upon the two.
Nine Sorrows's expression changed slightly. With a thought, pure white qi flowed from the void, filling heaven and earth in an instant.
That pale qi stretched without end, carrying the faint sound of countless spirits wailing. The grief of parting in life, the anguish of separation