Soft words bore trust three thousand layers deep; a promise of life and death endured through every dawn and dusk.
The Imperial City was far away; the departed was close. The child was light; the promise was heavy...
The great snake swayed its body, carrying the little boy's lifeless body as it crawled slowly and painfully into the distance.
For every inch it advanced, it left an inch of blood behind.
From afar, the tail of that enormous snake lay straight and stiff.
It seemed unaware that its tail had broken...
It merely carried the departed little boy toward that impossibly distant place, its gaze resolute and sorrowful.
That place it seemed it could never reach...
It was only a great snake that had awakened spiritual awareness, with no cultivation and no Spiritual Power.
It ate no living creatures, only weeds. Only when the little boy gathered herbs each day would he secretly pick out a few medicinal herbs to feed it...
But from now on, no one would secretly feed it herbs again...
Sensing the Red Mist pouring down from the cliff behind it, despair appeared in the great snake's eyes.
Perhaps there would be no "from now on"...
Suddenly, a figure appeared before the great snake, holding a sword and looking coldly at it.
The figure had Foundation Establishment cultivation. His expression grew colder as he looked at the little boy's corpse on the snake.
But when he saw the intelligent, sorrowful look in the great snake's eyes, his body shuddered...
The great snake stopped, looking at the person before it with desolate, despairing eyes.
It slowly closed its eyes, waiting for the figure to kill it...
It knew that if it encountered a human cultivator, it would surely die.
It could not speak, so it could not