He naturally knew which empire the voice was referring to. After all, there was only one rising country in the East, the Great Qin, and only one that could be called that.
Although he didn't understand what the carrier was, he could guess that it was Ying Zheng, the Qin Emperor Ying Zheng.
This thing is not called fate, it is called a death warrant, at least that's what Mo Ju thinks.
But "he" had just agreed to it, and going back on his word now seemed no different from committing suicide.
Besides, Mo Ju's body doesn't belong to him now and is not under his control.
He couldn't refuse, nor could he resist, so he could only accept it and endure it obediently.
"Do you have any objections?" The voice became extremely cold when it spoke again, which made Mo Ju's soul shiver.
It's not the body, but the soul. In the current Mo Ju, the soul and the body seem to be separated.
"If you were not the first person alive, do you think I would be so merciful?" It was like the feeling of Shura purgatory, which enveloped Mo Ju's soul, burning and whipping it there.
"No, I don't agree."
The punctuation is particularly strange. Perhaps it can be understood as two meanings, or even both meanings.
However, the voice did not pursue the matter any further and just snorted coldly. After this snort, Mo Ju seemed to have taken back the ownership of his body. He gasped and collapsed on the ground.
Silence returned, or rather, dead silence.
Apart from Mo Ju's breathing, there was no other sound.
"These are my gifts to you. I hope you won't let me down." Along with the voice, there appeared a dark jade slip, a piece of clothing, and a blunt sword.
There were a few words engraved on the jade slip: "Great Dark Sky". The clothes were so dark that they seemed to be able to capture people's souls.
The blunt sword had the words "Mo Mei" engraved on the hilt.
"What is this?" Mo Ju asked cautiously, afraid of angering the voice. After all, he just wanted to live.
"Hmph!" The voice seemed unwilling to explain and just snorted coldly.
These things rose up in response, and the words on the jade slip flew into Mo Ju's forehead, and the clothes were naturally put on Mo Ju, and the Mo eyebrow was hung around his waist.
When Mo Ju opened his eyes again, they were filled with fanaticism.
"Thank you for your blessing."
"Go west, go west." The voice was full of satisfaction. "Don't forget your mission. I will always keep an eye on you."
After that, the space disappeared. Mo Ju felt a flash before his eyes, and saw the surroundings: all were stones, trees and weeds.
This is the real cliff.
"I will follow your instructions!"
Mo Ju just knelt there, and nothing here could hurt him at all.
When I looked up again, it seemed like there was a wind blowing. When I looked again, the people were gone, only some weeds were blown up, which looked particularly weird.
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