Heaven Slaying Blade

Dongfang Hengtai was completely stunned, unable to say a word. Chu Mo was so straightforward, utterly unafraid of the collective retaliation of all the ancient clans. With words spoken so decisively, even Dongfang Hengtai, who had roamed the world for countless ages, was left speechless. In the end, he could only mutter bitterly, "I hope you can do as you say and not regret it one day!"

Chu Mo ignored him entirely this time.

In the ruins of the Chu Clan royal heritage, the terrifying arrays were still operating, and the cultivators within had already fallen by eighty percent, with the remaining ones barely holding on. Even though they were protected by powerful dharma instruments, under the fearsome arrays, they were still struggling to escape disaster.

At this moment, those still alive watched as the second flagpole was erected from the ruins of the royal heritage. Then, a head was directly hung upon it.

The few who were barely holding on fell into complete despair when they recognized whose head it was!

Dongfang Hengtai!

The second Supreme ancient ancestor of the Ancient Dongfang Clan!

Even he had been beheaded and hung on a flagpole.

Under the protection of several ancient and powerful dharma instruments, Dongfang Sheng was unharmed, but at this moment, his eyes were filled with despair.

On another flagpole, Dongfang Yunluo opened his eyes and saw Dongfang Hengtai. Although his heart was filled with hatred, hatred towards everyone, at this moment, he still felt an incomparable sense of melancholy. The curses and insults he had spoken earlier could not be uttered now.

Dongfang Hengtai saw Dongfang Yunluo as well, a deep sadness in his eyes: "I never thought... you would end up like this."

"You will be next." Dongfang Yunluo's words carried no sarcasm, only endless sorrow.

Dongfang Hengtai looked at Chu Mo, sitting cross-legged and floating in the air before him, and gritted his teeth: "I'm willing to exchange all the wealth of the Ancient Dongfang Clan for a swift end for the two of us. That wealth, besides us, no one can find."

Dongfang Yunluo shouted in anger at this moment, "Are you crazy? Death is death! What is there to fear? If you hand over all the wealth to him, what will happen to our descendants?"

Dongfang Yunluo and the group trapped in the endless arrays below were still unaware of what was happening outside.

Dongfang Hengtai glanced at Dongfang Yunluo, let out a bitter laugh: "Descendants? What do you think that little bastard has been doing away for so many days? What descendants do we still have?"

"What has he done?" Dongfang Yunluo's eyes widened suddenly, then he stared intently at Chu Mo: "What did you do?"

Chu Mo did not answer, directly operating mysterious skill, summoning the Chaos Furnace and Samadhi Real Fire, and began refining Dongfang Hengtai's head.

"Ah!"

The sensation of having his primordial spirit forcibly extracted made Dongfang Hengtai let out a scream.

This kind of pain couldn't be endured simply by having a strong will.

"What did you do? Young Master Mo... take responsibility for your actions! The destruction of your Chu Clan royal family years ago was caused by the Supreme ancient ancestors of our thirteen ancient clans. Why vent your anger on the innocent? What difference is there between you and us if you do this?" Dongfang Yunluo hadn't been this agitated in a long time. Since accepting his fate, he had given up everything. He didn't even want to acknowledge being the ancestor of the Ancient Dongfang Clan upon seeing Dongfang Sheng.

But deep down inside, he still bore the surname Dongfang, and he was still one of the ancestors of that expansive ancient clan.

The familial ties of blood and heritage, he thought he could sever, but in reality, he couldn't.

Moreover, only with more descendants could his will live on forever in this world. His character, his temperament... only his bloodline descendants could exhibit it.

With descendants, there is no extinction!

His tone was almost identical to Dongfang Hengtai's.

He directly admitted to being the killer, wanting to take all the blame upon himself.

But how could there be such fairness in this world? Just like the descendants of the Chu Clan royal family a million years ago, who hadn't provoked anyone, why did they have to face the calamity of sudden annihilation?

Chu Mo didn't even look at Dongfang Yunluo, continuing to refine Dongfang Hengtai's head.

The old yellow dog followed Chu Mo in sweeping through a thousand ancient cities of the entire Ancient Dongfang Clan, venting much of its hatred along the way. At this moment, it lay quietly behind Chu Mo, hearing Dongfang Yunluo's words, it raised its head and looked at him with eyes full of disdain.

Dongfang Yunluo's mouth twitched violently, his primordial spirit power weakened to the extreme, yet he still roared in utmost fury: "Chu Mo, Young Master Mo! Speak! Say something! What difference is there in what you are doing now compared to us back then? We are suffering calamity now... and we deserve it, but our descendants... haven't provoked you. Why can't you give them a way out?"

At this moment, the old servant silently appeared beside Chu Mo. Now, the old servant looked much younger. He appeared to be in his fifties, with a ruddy complexion, neatly combed hair, well-dressed, and with exceptionally elegant demeanor.

The old servant calmly looked at Dongfang Yunluo: "A million years ago, did any of you think to spare the crying old, weak, and women when facing their pleas? After the Chu Clan royal heritage was extinguished, when the descendants of the Chu Clan who were left outside wanted to return to the ruins to pay their respects, did any of you, including the so-called innocent descendants, think to give them a way out? Did anyone?"

Dongfang Yunluo was at a loss for words and muttered, "This... this is different. We... by doing this, we've already suffered today. But Young Master Mo... he is a gentleman! How could he do such a thing?"

"Who told you that I am a gentleman?" Chu Mo suddenly raised his head, looking at Dongfang Yunluo with a smile that wasn't quite a smile, "Or is it that in your eyes, gentlemen should all die, should have their families killed, yet cannot seek revenge? And then with a light word, 'when will the cycle of revenge end,' let it go just like that? Who told you this? Or is it what you thought yourself?"

The old servant sighed beside him, "Who will appease the countless wrongful dead souls if I let you go?"

The group trapped within the arrays was utterly dumbfounded at this moment. Especially Dongfang Sheng, whose eyes couldn't help but shed tears of blood. He stood there, crying loudly.

Those disciples of the Ancient Dongfang Clan, also trapped in the arrays, couldn't help but weep as well. Some even frantically cursed Chu Mo loudly.

"Chu Mo... you're a demon! You're a beast!"

"Our people of the Ancient Dongfang Clan, how innocent they are! Yet you can ruthlessly spare not even the old, weak, women, and children!"

"By doing this, you'll definitely face divine retribution!"

Chu Mo's face was calm; with a casual wave of his hand, he instantly invoked countless arrays.

Boom!

The arrays, which were already terrifying beyond imagination, instantly became even more frenzied. The survivors within the arrays were like being engulfed by a torrent. Suddenly, they all lost their voices. All they could do was rely on the powerful dharma instrument to drag out an ignoble existence.

No longer having the strength to trouble Chu Mo.

Dongfang Hengtai wailed and spoke on the other side, "Young Master Mo... will you agree to my proposal?"

Dongfang Yunluo, at this time, had a vacant look in his eyes, with tears of blood streaming down. Suddenly, he laughed miserably, "The cycle of cause and effect, retribution is unfailing. The reincarnation of Heavenly Dao! Hengtai, why bother? At a time like this, asking for a swift end is not as good as just hanging on this flagpole, watching as new neighbors are constantly added nearby, or maybe one day, Young Master Mo will suffer... and be directly blown to pieces. That way, we can also die with peace of mind."

"Suffer... how could he possibly suffer? The Supreme Wuji of the East and that Buddha of the West all stand behind him. How could he possibly suffer?" Dongfang Hengtai said with infinite sorrow, "We, the Supreme ancient ancestors, are utterly fragile in the face of those two beings. Once we confront Chu Mo, those two will intervene. Otherwise, do you think... just relying on a reincarnated Young Master Mo, could shake our entire Tunnel full of ancient clans? It's simply a joke!"

Dongfang Yunluo, of course, knew about this. A trace of ferocity flashed across his brow as he said, "Those two beings clearly want to turn the whole Tunnel world upside down. They're too ruthless!"

The old servant stood gracefully beside Chu Mo, "For ten thousand ages, you were very ruthless too."

Dongfang Hengtai and Dongfang Yunluo couldn't help but fall silent at this moment.

Indeed, they were even more ruthless!

For ten thousand ages, the beings who died at their hands were simply innumerable, yet they never felt it was excessive. Nor did they care about the feelings of those already dead.

Just ants, crushed underfoot, who would care about their thoughts?

In the eyes of these Supreme ancient ancestors, all living beings were ants, no different from weeds.

Chu Mo had no more words; he focused single-mindedly on refining Dongfang Hengtai's head, extracting the unimaginably pure primordial spirit power, and injecting it into the Chu Clan's ground below. He not only wanted to rebuild his home on the ruins, but he also wanted to use all the energy of those Supreme ancient ancestors who once destroyed everything here to transform the entire Chu Clan into a true treasure land again!

At the same time, he also channeled some of Dongfang Hengtai's primordial spirit power into those arrays. Causing the arrays to operate more violently!

Dongfang Hengtai cursed heaven, cursed earth, cursed Chu Mo, cursed the Chu Clan, cursed himself, cursed all living beings. Almost no different from Dongfang Yunluo before.

Dongfang Yunluo, however, remained silent, no matter how Dongfang Hengtai cursed, he merely closed his eyes as if he were asleep.

Have they resigned themselves? Actually, not yet! But at a time like this, those who were once sovereigns had no power to change their fate.

Resistance? With what would they resist?

It would only lead to more ruthless treatment from Chu Mo.

In the arrays below, the number of survivors was dwindling, the ten thousand strong army had now less than twenty people left.

These people were all the most top-level ancestral realm cultivators, carrying incredibly powerful ancient dharma instruments.

But at this moment, they also almost wanted to give up.

Because they saw no hope!