The Yaoguang Divine Realm.
Azure Radiance Palace.
Inside the secret realm, Mo Shang stared at the soul lamp before him, which gradually dimmed and eventually went out completely. His face was extremely gloomy, as if it could drip water.
He never expected that even a deity personally descending to the mortal realm would suffer such a crushing defeat.
"Useless piece of trash!"
After muttering a curse under his breath, Brooks thought for a moment, then leaped away from the secret realm and arrived Withering and Flourishing Hall to pay homage to his master, the Ancestor Kuming.
The main hall's doors were wide open, the Law of Life and Death swirled around it, and the imposing Ancestor Kuming sat upright on a futon. Sensing his disciple Mo Shang's aura, he asked without opening his eyes, "Is the matter settled?"
Mo Shang's face stiffened, then he knelt on one knee, bowed his head, and said, "Reporting to Master, Brooks just descended to the mortal realm... and was killed by that wicked creature."
"Um?!"
He seemed surprised to receive such an answer.
The Ancestor Kuming suddenly opened his eyes, and the two energies of life and death surged out, striking Mo Shang's chest.
The latter dared not use Divine Power to resist, and could only take the blow head-on with his body. He spat out a mouthful of divine blood, his face turned as pale as paper, and the skin and flesh at the point of contact with the life and death energies withered like rotten wood.
"Hmph, what happened? Tell me the truth!"
Seeing his disciple's miserable state, the Ancestor Kuming's anger subsided slightly, but he still shouted sternly.
Therefore, Mo Shang had no choice but to tell the whole story of what he had done, without hiding anything.
After listening to Mo Shang's words, Ancestor Kuming frowned, seemingly indicating that his disciple had handled the situation without any problems.
In order to arrange for the divine being Brooks descend to the mortal realm as soon as possible, they spared no expense in consuming a large amount of extra resources, just to avoid giving the Azure Lotus Holy Spirit time to grow.
As for Brooks, he was not weak either. He had personally killed gods from other forces and was quite reliable in his work.
He should know that this matter is of great importance, so he is unlikely to take it lightly.
Despite such high importance placed on it, the operation still failed.
The things contained within caused even the Ancestor Kuming to narrow his eyes slightly.
In the depths of his being, he seemed to sense a formidable enemy of the future rapidly rising.
After pondering for a long time, the Ancestor Kuming looked at Mo Shang again, his eyes softening. "You have done your best in this matter; it is not your fault."
As he spoke, he gently flicked his sleeve, and a golden pill shrouded in a hazy divine light flew towards Mo Shang.
"This is the Dragon Marrow Snow Lotus Pill; consider it my compensation to you."
"Dragon Marrow Snow Lotus Pill?" Mo Shang was taken aback. Of course, he knew about this kind of miraculous healing pill. After taking it, it could expel most of the injuries caused by laws and also help to expand and strengthen the Dao Meridian. Even for gods, it was a great treasure.
Upon receiving the pill, any slight dissatisfaction he felt towards his master vanished instantly.
"Thank you for your understanding, Master," Mo Shang said gratefully.
"Hmm." Ancestor Kuming nodded slightly, then changed the subject, sighing, "I never imagined that the small Mingguang Realm would not only harbor a Innate Spirit Treasure nurtured by the rules of the Mortal Realm, but also become the cradle for the birth of a Innate Holy Spirit of extremely high status."
Mo Shang naturally understood the first part of his master's words.
Innate Spirit Treasure are not something that can be nurtured in the Middle Chiliocosm.
Such creations either originated at the beginning of the creation of the Divine Realm, or were conceived by the rules and order of the Mortal Realm, the Divine Realm, or even the Saint Realm.
It cannot be conceived and born from the origin of a single realm.
That Innate Spirit Treasure was born in the Mingguang Realm, but it was not nurtured by the Mingguang Realm; the two are similar to a case of borrowing a shell to lay an egg.
Its true 'mother' is the rules and order of the Mortal Realm.
These Mo Shang certainly understood.
But the second half of his Ancestor Kuming's words left him somewhat confused.
After thinking for a moment, he hesitated and asked, "Does Master suspect that the Azure Lotus monstrous thing was not born from the origin of the Mingguang Realm, but rather, like Innate Spirit Treasure, was born from the rules and order of the Mortal Realm?"
At this point, Mo Shang seemed to realize something and muttered to himself, "That's right. Otherwise, how could such a brilliant and extraordinary Holy Spirit be born in Middle Chiliocosm with such a weak origin?"
Despite being enemies, Mo Shang was unwilling to slander the Azure Lotus Holy Spirit's talent against his conscience; it was his pride as a prodigy of the Divine Realm.
The Ancestor Kuming nodded slightly, agreeing with Mo Shang's words, "That's what I think too. Although the probability of Innate Holy Spirit of this rank originating from the same realm as Innate Spirit Treasure is extremely small, in the vast Three Realms, thousands of eons have passed, and all sorts of strange and unusual things have happened. In the long river of history, this matter is not particularly remarkable."
"What does Master intend to do?" Mo Shang asked.
"There's nothing we can do. This fiend has already grown up and will probably soon ascend to the Heavenly Heart and become the Realm Lord. At that time, even if we send gods down to the mortal realm again, it will only be to send them to their deaths." Ancestor Kuming shook his head helplessly.
"But are we just going to let him roam freely like this?" A cold glint flashed in Mo Shang's eyes, wishing he could personally descend to the mortal realm and kill Logo.
But that was just wishful thinking. As the young master of the Azure Radiance Palace, with a noble status and a promising future, he wouldn't take any risks lightly.
We can only hope that our master, the Ancestor Kuming, with his vast knowledge and experience, can come up with a solution.
Unfortunately, it seems even Master is at a loss.
Just as Mo Shang was feeling disheartened, the Ancestor Kuming laughed, "Don't worry, child, have you forgotten that the end of the era is just around the corner? The barrier of the Mortal Realm will only last for another thousand years before it breaks. At that time, this wicked creature will be at our mercy."
"A mere thousand years—as long as he hasn't Dao Merging, I'm confident I can capture and kill him!"
"What harm is there in waiting a thousand years?!"
Upon hearing this, Mo Shang was overjoyed and immediately knelt down, flattering, "Master's vision is truly far-sighted; I am far inferior to you."
Mo Shang's eyes flashed with ruthlessness. "Let alone a thousand years, even if you give him ten thousand years, how could he possibly Dao Merging? Just as Master said, let him frolic for now. A thousand years later, without Master even lifting a finger, I will be able to crush him to death!"
The Mortal Realm.
Mingguang Realm.
The area where the three states meet.
"Your Majesty, the Xuan Emperor, ruler of the Great Xuan Dynasty, the Heavenly Martial Hall Master, the Master of the Moon Worship Sect, and the Perfected White Brow of Changbai Peak have come to pay their respects."
Beneath the Azure Lotus Platform, Yin Jiuyou knelt in the sky, his expression even more respectful than before.
"Let them wait a few days."
Before long, Logo's light, airy voice echoed out.
Upon hearing this, Yin Jiuyou hurriedly replied, "Understood, subordinate."
He then carefully withdrew.
They returned to a valley about seven or eight hundred miles from Logo.
At this moment, in this little-known valley, the highest-ranking experts of the entire Mingguang Realm have gathered.
They were all waiting for Logo's summons, and even though Yin Jiuyou made them wait, no one dared to express the slightest dissatisfaction.
Everyone, including the Xuan Emperor, obediently waited in the cramped valley.
They waited for half a month.
This day.
Auspicious clouds and colorful rays of light appeared in the sky.
Flowers rained down from the sky, golden lotuses sprang from the ground, Kumu, and stars appeared in broad daylight.
Amidst a series of strange phenomena, a man in a blue robe strode straight up into the sky, reaching out as if to grab something.