Dongfang Yunluo originally thought Chu Mo would interrogate him about sothing, so he could take the opportunity to make so requests. For example: give him a swift end or sothing. But unexpectedly, Chu Mo didn't even ntion it at all. Instead, upon returning, he hung his head on the "flagpole" and began refining it. When strands of primordial spirit power were forcibly refined out, the intense terror in Dongfang Yunluo's heart finally made him completely collapse.
At his level, with his status, in the endless years of the past, he had always treated others this way. He had never been treated this way by anyone, so his heart was not only filled with fear but also imnse anger.
"Young Master Chu... Young Master Mo... you cannot... treat this way!"
Dongfang Yunluo's head roared and bellowed.
Chu Mo continued to refine his head expressionlessly, without saying a single word more.
For such a person, the goal is to make him collapse, to completely break him!
Leave no room for respite!
The wound on Chu Mo's body still faintly ached. Each wave of pain made him slightly more lucid; each of Dongfang Yunluo's venomous curses reminded him of the millions of years ago, right on this land, all the happy tis from the past. And also, the faces that once existed on this land.
Even though not everyone in the forr Chu Clan royal family was his friend. So inside the royal family hated him intensely, scheming to harm him. But none of those were reasons for their deaths! And definitely not reasons for these old ancestors of the ancient clans like Dongfang Yunluo to strike!
Chu Mo remained silent, steadily refining Dongfang Yunluo's head.
This wasn't sothing that could be completed in a short ti; a Supre's head contained a complete primordial spirit. To thoroughly refine it, even for Chu Mo, would take at least a few years.
But he had plenty of ti and patience.
In the days that followed, the people at the royal ruins started large-scale construction, initiating reconstruction on the ruins.
They avoided the most important areas here, like so key shattered ancient halls. Chu Mo did not touch them but preserved them. He wanted to forever keep these broken ancient halls. To constantly remind himself, and the others here, of what had happened on this land.
Dongfang Yunluo howled day and night, his imagined family rescue never arriving.
So, his venomous curses, after a year, shifted from Chu Mo to the Ancient Dongfang Clan.
"A bunch of unworthy descendants... cannot see your old ancestor suffering here? Why haven't you sent an army to level this place?"
"Dongfang Hengtai, why aren't you finding people to save ?"
"All of you, you all won't die a good death! Even if I die, I will never forgive you all!"
Indeed, he would not forgive, because this ti, if he dies, he will never be able to reappear in this world intact as he did countless tis in the past reincarnations.
Even if his soul won't die, this ti... he will no longer be able to control his destiny. Even if he can enter reincarnation, will the one after reincarnation still be him? He might never again know who he is, as his soul, just like the Buddha said to Supre Wuji, will eternally fall into the abyss.
Thus, Chu Mo spent three and a half years here refining Dongfang Yunluo's head. In three and a half years, he completely refined ninety-nine percent of Dongfang Yunluo's primordial spirit! Using the primordial spirit power of a Supre practitioner, he re-infused the entire Chu Clan royal ruins with endless vitality.
This vitality was a myriad tis more exuberant than the lands adjacent to the Ancient Dongfang Clan!
Chu Mo gazed into the distance and thought to himself, "Don't rush, that land will one day also burst forth with the sa vigor. Because those places also belong to the Chu Clan royalty!"
The Ancient Dongfang Clan had been silent for nearly four years, and finally, in the fourth year of Dongfang Yunluo's calamity, soone ca from that side!
It was an elite troop, composed of over ten thousand people. In the corps, every practitioner's cultivation had reached the pinnacle of the ancestral realm.
This troop was hard-won. Normally, they should have been in position two years earlier. All these ancient clans had fully activated and opened the ancient teleportation formations. Thus, they could communicate and exchange across the shortest tis.
But due to so reasons, the formation of this troop encountered considerable difficulties.
Firstly, it was the interference from the Elite Alliance!
The Elite Alliance wanted to snatch this mission and had even discussed the general terms.
Even the people of the Ancient Dongfang Clan over there had nodded in agreent.
The thirteen ancient clans delivered a large amount of cultivation resources to the Elite Alliance.
Then soone from the Ancient Dongfang Clan suddenly jumped out, saying that the Elite Alliance's speed was too slow. They suggested that the thirteen ancient clans form another troop to attack the Chu Clan royal ruins.
At this point, the Elite Alliance was displeased, so they employed all sorts of ans, starting to find faults in various ways. Openly, covertly... making the Ancient Dongfang Clan extrely furious.
Among the thirteen ancient clans, the most anxious was the Ancient Dongfang Clan.
The other ancient clans didn't believe Chu Mo had the guts to cause trouble on their family lands.
The Dongfang Family was originally the weakest among the thirteen ancient clans. In the Supre realm, there are only two ancient ancestors. The other ancient clans have at least three, or even four of such ancestors!
So, they had nothing to worry about. They were eager to have Chu Mo deliver himself to their door.
In this situation, the Ancient Dongfang Clan expended great manpower, material resources, and financial resources, and only after four years could assemble this army and drag it over for an attack on the ruins of the Chu royal clan.
A third of this army comprised the elite of the Ancient Dongfang Clan. Another third was composed of rogue cultivators recruited from the Tunnel. The remaining third consisted of a mix of talents from other ancient clans—unwillingly sent, hard to control, or not favored. To put it bluntly, they were discards!
Facing this situation, the Ancient Dongfang Clan was helpless. They could only swallow their anger and blood and curse in private that one day, these ancient clans would face the sa crisis. At that ti, don't expect the Dongfang Family to help at all!
At this ti, they could still think so far ahead, but soon, they stopped thinking about it.
This massive army of over ten thousand peak ancestral realm cultivators was exceptionally intimidating, spreading an overwhelming aura. Led personally by the head of the Ancient Dongfang Clan, Dongfang Sheng, they arrived at the Chu royal clan ruins.
At the ruins, Sky Patriarch, Monkey, Qianqiu, Qing Gu, Luo Lan, Xuanxuan, the six Great Saints, and Zi Dao, Ouyang Fei, ng Na, alongside the hundreds of non-human ancestral realm entities, were already vigilantly guarding the periter.
Qi Xiaoyu and Shui Yiyi stood to the left and right, in the void, accompanying Chu Mo.
Chu Mo was still unhurriedly refining the skull of Dongfang Yunluo. Streams of primordial spirit power, like a small river, flowed from Dongfang Yunluo's skull continuously to the ruins below.
Actually, calling this place ruins now is sowhat inappropriate. The whole area of the Chu royal clan ruins is vibrant with life!
Towering trees rose from the ground, and the air was filled with dense and almost tangible essence energy.
If not for that trace of cursed power, this place might have long beco a paradise for trillions of beings.
By this ti, Dongfang Yunluo was almost completely obliterated. Hearing the commotion in the distance, he opened his eyes before him. He saw Dongfang Sheng and the vast army of resurrected cultivators, their expressions varied.
If it were four years ago, when he had just suffered the catastrophe, he might have felt ashad, even unwilling to open his eyes. But today, four years later, he didn't have that feeling. Seeing those people, a disdainful sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Not a word was spoken!
Yes, by now, Dongfang Yunluo had no desire to talk.
Even if this ti, they could raze the Chu royal clan ruins and destroy the place again, Dongfang Yunluo himself was completely wasted.
From a high and mighty ruler to a ruined existence, he might as well be dead. He had lived through ten thousand ages, had once been endlessly glorious, experienced too many matters. To this day, even if he died, he had nothing to regret.
The only regret is not being able to see soone else's skull hang beside him!
This is the only regret, his great hatred!
At this mont, Chu Mo suddenly stopped refining Dongfang Yunluo's skull. He even retracted the Chaos Furnace.
For the first ti in four years, Dongfang Yunluo felt no pain. He was astonished.
The remaining primordial spirit power within him was about equal to a peak ancestral realm cultivator's total primordial spirit power, and to him, it was already exceptionally weak. Because this was only one ten-thousandth of his peak.
Chu Mo looked at him, and said calmly, "Do you think I would completely refine you to death? No, how boring would that be. Don't you want to see a few more skulls hanging beside you? Then sotis, you can have a chat? Talk about the past?"
"You..." Dongfang Yunluo looked at Chu Mo with a mix of emotions, inexplicably complex.
His mind was filled with hatred, naturally wishing Chu Mo would kill a few more Supres to accompany him. But now, he only wanted to die!
A Supre realm cultivator, living to this extent, he had long felt he had lived enough.
Living was just torture, just disgrace!
"Hmm, don't rush, very soon, soone will co to accompany you. Who do you want to pick?" Chu Mo asked with a smile.
Over there, Dongfang Sheng, eyes red, roared angrily, "Young Master Chu... release my family's ancestor!"
"Shut up!" Two voices, in unison.
One was Chu Mo, the other... was Dongfang Yunluo himself!
Chu Mo was slightly taken aback, then grinned and said, "Then you say it yourself."
Dongfang Yunluo didn't even glance at Chu Mo, his eyes emitted an intense venomous glare as he looked at Dongfang Sheng: "I'm not your ancestor, do whatever you want, don't count in."
The ties of affection and duty are utterly severed!
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