A cool wind swept in, and the Brush of All Living Beings looked calmly at Su Mo.
Su Mo's white robes fluttered, as though telling heaven and earth of desolation...
The Brush of All Living Beings slowly flew onto Su Mo's shoulder. Gazing across the boundless Cold Firmament Lands, it suddenly spoke calmly. "Do you still remember what I told you?"
"A Spirit Artifact without a master is a dog that has lost its home..."
The cold wind sighed. Su Mo remembered when he had first met the Brush of All Living Beings. Back then, Su Mo had said, "I'll give you freedom."
But the Brush of All Living Beings had said, "What would I do with freedom? What difference is there between a masterless Spirit Artifact and a dog that has lost its home?"
"I've already been abandoned once. I don't want to be abandoned a second time!"
Su Mo lowered his head and asked bitterly, "Do you know what we'll have to face on this journey?"
Su Mo knew in his heart how perilous this journey would be.
How faint that thread of hope for survival within Reincarnation was...
And there was also a very real chance of facing murderous intent from eight Cave Heavens.
He did not want Big Strong to accompany him, nor did he want the Brush of All Living Beings to come. He did not want them to go to their deaths with him.
The Brush of All Living Beings laughed freely. "It's only eight or nine, or perhaps a dozen or so Immortal Venerables..."
One of the Three Pure Ones alone had destroyed the entire Desolate Realm of the Mortal Realm.
They were beings who stood at the pinnacle of the world. The gap between Su Mo and them was not merely two