Heaven Slaying Blade

She gave Sky Patriarch a faint smile and said, "Congratulations, truly formidable! The one controlling your divine essence is this token in my hand. I can promise you that I will never use it recklessly. If you are willing to assist me, I will treat you all as honored guests!"

Gu Bingbing was genuinely impressed by Sky Patriarch's combat strength. After all, hearing a hundred times can never compare to witnessing it firsthand!

This group of people, if they all possess such power, then granting them more respect and better treatment—what harm could it do?

Within the young generation of the Ancient God Family, infighting and power struggles were particularly intense. Take Gu Dong, for example—he was Gu Bingbing's half-brother by a different mother, yet there was not an ounce of familial affection between the siblings.

This time, the Edict of the Investiture of the Gods had fallen into Gu Bingbing's hands, and there were undoubtedly many within the Ancient God Family who were dissatisfied. However, there was little they could do. Gu Bingbing was deeply favored by the Family Patriarch. Though her father barely cared for her, the Patriarch's commands were absolute and could not be defied.

Yet obtaining the Edict of the Investiture of the Gods also meant taking on an enormous responsibility!

She was tasked with leading this group to the battlefield of the Tunnel, to fight against the creatures that had infiltrated from the Gray Land.

These battles were exceedingly brutal, with the threat of falling looming large. But if she could emerge victorious, her status within the Ancient God Family would become unshakable for eternity!

Sky Patriarch, Monkey, and the others exchanged glances, filled with helplessness. Their brief show of force had amounted to little. Being controlled by someone else was now an unchangeable fate.

At this moment, they all deeply missed Chu Mo. To this day, they still didn't understand how Chu Mo had managed to shatter his own divine essence. If he had a method, then... no matter what, they had to see Chu Mo again!

...…

Chu Mo felt as though he had been wandering through this chaotic space for many days, yet the path ahead remained shrouded in mist. Were it not for his unshakable Dao Heart—which resisted self-doubt—he might have believed he was merely walking in circles!

No matter the direction, no matter how far or long he walked, everything around him looked the same. Yet he never stopped moving, committed to a single direction and pressing endlessly forward. Step by step, he kept cultivating himself. In the meantime, the ten blood moons within the Vast Sky Divine Mirror were recovering rapidly as well.

Chu Mo discovered that the speed of the Divine Mirror's recovery was closely tied to his cultivation progress. If he advanced quickly in his cultivation, the Divine Mirror could recover at an astonishing rate without requiring any external energy.

Chu Mo did not track the days, as time held no meaning in a place like this. As he walked, he continually used the beheading path to rid his body of all impurities.

Upon reaching this stage, Chu Mo finally began to understand the might of the ten blood moons. As his realm grew stronger, the ten blood moons would also become increasingly powerful, capable of unleashing greater and greater strength.

For example, Wishful and Avoiding Disasters—they worked in harmony, radiating an ancient aura that allowed Chu Mo to clearly sense approaching fortune and calamity. But now, they were silent because, in this place, there seemed to be nothing at all.

Chu Mo had also asked the ten blood moons about the Tunnel. Aside from Divine Perception, Beheading Path, and Return to One having some knowledge, the other seven moons knew hardly anything.

"That's mainly because we were formed at different times," Divine Perception explained to Chu Mo. "Back then, when you created the ten blood moons, it was primarily as preparation for escaping the Tunnel. So, although the Vast Sky Divine Mirror is famous in Luotian Immortal Domain, in the Tunnel, few even know it exists. And those aware of our abilities... are almost nonexistent!"

"I still don't understand what really happened back then," Chu Mo said.

Divine Perception gave a wry smile. "At that time, we had only just developed sentience and have vague memories of those events—although we know some things, much of our memory is restricted. The same goes for Beheading Path and Return to One."

Return to One's voice emerged: "Yes, that's true. Many of our memories have been sealed."

Beheading Path interjected, "To be precise, the moment we left the Tunnel, someone automatically sealed them! But your methods were unparalleled, allowing us to retain fragments of memory. That's why, when you wanted to shatter that divine essence, we all frantically supported you."

"What would have happened if you hadn't?" Chu Mo asked.

"If not, you would've been controlled!" Beheading Path sighed. "Luckily, you shattered that thing. However, doing so triggered enormous rules, which brought you to this place."

"Where exactly is this?" Chu Mo frowned. This was his first communication with the blood moons in days.

"It should be the Gray Land," Divine Perception said. "But as for the specifics of this place, we're not sure."

Chu Mo nodded. To glean this much from them was already difficult enough. He now understood that the Investiture of the Gods was no benevolent artifact—this he had experienced firsthand. Divine Perception had previously mentioned that nine out of ten beings listed on the Investiture were likely unwilling participants.

The Investiture of the Gods was crafted by the top-tier deities in the Tunnel as a war register. This hinted at treachery. This might be a grand scheme!

Yet Chu Mo couldn't see through it—for the moment, at least.

It included the Dao of Patriarch Heiyu that he had inexplicably obtained, as well as the prophecy from Spiritual Master Lingtong. Piecing these clues together, Chu Mo could discern the faint outline of a trap. To see the whole picture, however, might require him to one day truly enter the Tunnel.

Now that he knew this place was called Gray Land, Chu Mo felt slightly more at ease. All fogs will eventually lift, and all truths will ultimately come to light. As long as his Dao Heart remained steadfast, he believed he could rescue his two wives.

He had to!

In the days that followed, Chu Mo continued his solitary journey, quietly cultivating.

The Beidou Star Formation within his body had fully taken shape, situated above the center of his elixir field and pulsating with vast power. Around the Beidou Star Formation, the thousand-character divine script glimmered with dazzling brilliance, its luminescence continually changing as Chu Mo refined the star mnemonic.

His left arm, visibly indistinguishable from an ordinary arm, harbored within it a Thunderbolt Dao Platform that had advanced to a profoundly mystical realm. Although he couldn't be certain it had reached the Supreme level, Chu Mo had gained profound insights from it.

Chu Mo's progress in cultivation since entering Gray Land was inseparable from this left arm.

Meanwhile, his primary attack method resided in the "Chopping Wood into Dao" on his right arm's Dao Platform, which had seen significant growth. A faint blade-like blood-red edge had emerged on the platform.

That was Heaven Slaying!

Its essence was now carved into the platform!

On his left leg, the Nine Word Mantra Dao Platform displayed nine ancient characters that revolved slowly, exuding infinite Dao rhythm.

These nine characters represented the origins of innate Great Dao—a source of law itself. Although Chu Mo could not yet fully grasp its profound mysteries, he persevered tirelessly in his cultivation, never abandoning the Nine Word Mantra.

His right leg housed the Six Word Mantra, arguably Chu Mo's least developed Dao Platform. Like the Nine Word Mantra, it too represented the origins of innate laws. The genuine Six Word Mantras possessed incomparably boundless power!

Chu Mo had once considered passing it to Xu Du, the young monk, but Xu Du had refused, claiming he was unsuited for cultivating this divine ability. To this day, Xu Du's whereabouts remained unknown. Chu Mo hadn't seen him for many years. During the time when Chu Mo reorganized the Yanhuang Domain, he had used his divine sense to search for old acquaintances, but Xu Du was nowhere to be found. It was possible the young monk had already departed from Yanhuang Domain.

Chu Mo wasn't too worried about him. The Buddhist sects possessed countless deep and inscrutable methods. Their strength depended largely on the depth of their understanding of Buddhist teachings rather than on cultivation levels.

Given the profoundness of the Six Word Mantra, finding someone suitable to inherit it in a short span of time seemed unlikely. Realizing its intricacies, Chu Mo decided against passing it on for now and instead committed to its serious cultivation.

Within his chest lay the Dao Platform of the Tree Patriarch. The once-small sapling had grown considerably, its branches resembling chimeric dragons, hinting at its future potential.

The Tree Patriarch's Dao primarily focused on absorption. It could draw in all life essence energy from the surrounding cosmic void!

If Chu Mo so wished, he could transform into a demonic overlord in an instant, draining the life essence energy of all beings below his cultivation level in a heartbeat!

However, such an act would attract immense karmic consequences and offer little benefit to his own Dao cultivation. It was ultimately more detrimental than advantageous. Thus, unless it was absolutely necessary, Chu Mo refrained from employing such a method of destruction.

In critical moments, the Tree Patriarch's Dao could also be used as an offensive technique. Yet compared to Chu Mo's other methods of attack, its power was relatively lacking, so he hardly ever utilized it.

Currently, Chu Mo focused on cultivating these six Great Daos. In truth, there were countless Great Daos—any of them, when cultivated to the extreme, could be incredibly powerful. However, each of the paths Chu Mo cultivated harbored extensions toward higher dimensions and infinite future possibilities.

Ultimately, transforming these Dao paths into formidable combat power and profound cultivation rested on Chu Mo himself.

Without precisely tracking time, Chu Mo estimated that he had been walking through this chaotic void for over a year when he finally emerged from it.

The chaos ahead dissipated!

A vast, unfamiliar star domain appeared before him. This domain was immense, with a grayish mist still lingering across the sky.

Gray Land!

This was the true Gray Land!

The first entity he encountered here was anything but friendly.

Upon seeing him, the being attacked without hesitation!