When the entire battlefield was cleared and the power of Ragnarok faded away, fatigue appeared on the faces of the four great priests. It was obvious that to maintain such a heaven-defying formation, the power required was extremely enormous. Even as strong as the priests, they needed some time to recover and adjust.
Because of this failure, loneliness and uneasiness appeared on the faces of the four people. They have already attached enough importance to the existence of the Mist Emperor, placed it in an extremely high position, and used a combined formation skill that was almost impossible to fail, but it was still not enough. The existence of the Mist Emperor seemed to be even more powerful than they imagined, and it could be described as unpredictable.
The Mist Emperor appeared out of nowhere, and they didn't catch any trace of him. When Yun Che first encountered the Mist Emperor, it wasn't that the four great priests didn't want to descend directly, but the vast sea of fog would hinder even the perception of a True God. In fact, their reaction was already very fast. From the appearance of the Mist Emperor to the arrival of the four of them, it only took ten breaths.
What they found most unacceptable about today's events was the mockery that the Mist Emperor uttered before leaving. It was like a superior sneering at an inferior, as if the four great priests were like clowns in his eyes and could be toyed with at will. This was a naked provocation that completely trampled on the dignity of the four great priests.
"What do you think about the existence of the Mist Emperor?" The Great Wilderness Priest broke the silence. With his knowledge, he had no idea how the Mist Emperor had escaped.
Priest Liu Xiao rarely answered. Normally, he was the most active one, unrestrained and without any scruples, but this time he seemed really serious, with a solemn expression.
The Lingxian priestess was hesitant to speak. She was the oldest among the four priests and had experienced too much turmoil and weirdness, but when she thought about everything in her memory, she still could not find a reasonable answer.
Priest Wan Dao was originally extremely confident in his peerless formation Ragnarok. In his countless simulations, there was absolutely no possibility of failure in today's calamity, but he did not expect that reality would slap him in the face.
"Mysterious and unpredictable." Priest Wan Dao thought for a long time and only gave this four-word evaluation.
"We have betrayed the trust of Emperor Yuan, which is a great sin. We have not resolved the hidden danger of Emperor Wu this time. I am afraid it will not be so easy to take action next time." The Great Wilderness Priest sighed and officially announced the failure of the four of them in this mission.
Yun Che looked at the expressions of the four people and felt relieved. He had won this round of confrontation, but it was different from what he expected. He originally thought that it would be Emperor Yuan himself who would come and bring down the world-destroying divine punishment, but he didn't expect that it would be the four great priests who came. But the result was always good.
The only question lingering in Yun Che's mind at this moment was what exactly Mo Su was thinking. It turned out to be different from what he thought, and it seemed that he had no intention of showing up to meet him. This would affect the implementation of his subsequent plans.
However, Yun Che's worries were obviously unnecessary. Just after the Great Desolate Priest blamed himself, the Ten Thousand Dao Priest opened a silver square space box. This was a space device he created using the Panming Poxu Mirror. There were two of them in total, which could connect and communicate with each other.
As the silver box opened, a towering projection descended. Although it was just a projection, the aura contained in it was no weaker than that of the four great priests.
Just a projection can have such power?
Yun Che's face was solemn. Mo Su's strength was beyond his imagination. The son of the ancient God of Creation, he possessed power almost equal to that of the God of Creation. This was an opponent that he could not contend with at this stage.
The Yuanhuang in the projection was of outstanding divine talent and handsome appearance, even more handsome than when they met in the inner hall of the Pure Land. This was the real Mo Su. Even though a million years had passed, his appearance still maintained that of a young man, without a trace of aging. He was exactly the same as the Mo Su in the memory of the Heretic God that Yun Che saw.
Millions of years had passed, and even powerful figures like the Four Great Priests had lost their youth and aged, unable to resist the onslaught of time. The Heaven-Smiting Devil Emperor, a creator god-level being, had also shown signs of age, and was no longer as beautiful and charming as the Heretic God had remembered.
But the Mo Su in front of him was different. There was not a single trace of the passage of time on his face. He was still so young, so handsome, and so extraordinary. This was extremely unreasonable.
A true god might have a way to change his appearance, but the vigorous vitality emanating from Mo Su would not deceive anyone. Yun Che was not sure how long a true god's life span could be, but it was obvious that the Mo Su in front of him had a completely different aura from the four great priests. They were clearly from the same era, but now there was such a huge difference... Why was this?
Is it because of the cradle!?
An unrealistic thought flashed through Yun Che’s mind. If the truth was really like this, then Mo Su’s obsession was deeper than he had imagined and more difficult to resolve.
For millions of years in the abyss, Mu Su has always appeared in the form of a puppet, and his real body has never left the "cradle", so his appearance has never aged with the passage of time!
Normally, all matters of the Abyss Pure Land are basically handled by the four great priests. Mo Su's existence is detached from the world, and he does not care about anything other than the inheritance of the divine source, so Mo Su's existence is more like a symbol.
The main body has been staying in the "cradle", that is, with Pan Xiaodie. Perhaps there is only one obsession in his heart, that is to resurrect Pan Xiaodie. Everything else can be abandoned, even the collapse of the abyss!
Yun Che couldn't help but sweat on his face, because this guess had almost been confirmed. Could such a Mo Su really make him give up the opportunity to enter the world of life?
Because of his injury, Yun Che concealed his shock very well. No one knew what kind of mental shock Yun Che experienced in the short time when Mo Su's projection appeared. His thoughts and conjectures constantly collided and confirmed, and he came to an extremely shocking conclusion.
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