“Indeed, the ‘Cradle Space’ is currently experiencing time acceleration.” Yun Che nodded in response, but a look of confusion appeared on his face.
Strange, why does Mu Su’s reaction seem too “shocked”?
Yun Che had never seen Mo Su in such a dazed state before, and he couldn't help but feel puzzled. It seemed that Mo Su had been greatly stimulated.
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"Mo Su, the 'Cradle' of Absolute Stillness has been successfully opened up. Pan Xiaodie will no longer be in danger of her life for the time being, but you still need to find a way to save her. If Pan Xiaodie cannot be cured, we can only activate the last resort - destroying the Wheel of Time, destroying this world, and using the new Hongmeng Qi generated by the final destruction of the world to repair the Dao wound on her body. This is the only way." A trace of fatigue flashed across Yin Jing's face. For him, competing against the Heavenly Dao was undoubtedly a fight on the brink of life and death.
"Xiao Mosu, I know you can't bear to do such a thing. I like you for that very reason, but there's nothing I can do about it. You've got to be prepared." Having survived the ordeal, Mo Yi once again flaunted her charm. She remained youthful and beautiful, her features no less striking than Pan Xiaodie's. As the spirit of a supreme demonic weapon, her words were frivolous, but deep within her heart, she harbored a lingering, unshakable contempt for the Protoss.
Mo Su did not respond, his face full of confusion. For him, this was indeed an extremely difficult decision.
"If Pan Xiaodie is truly in danger, Mo Yi and I will activate the final time acceleration, relying on the last of the space-time power of Pan Ming Po Xu Mirror and Nie Mo Ni Lun Zhu to accelerate the collapse of the Abyssal Time Wheel."
"This process cannot be stopped or interrupted. When we succeed, the time laws of the entire abyss will completely collapse. You must be prepared to welcome the final rebirth." Silver Mirror added again.
"Is there really no other way?" Mo Su's face was full of unwillingness.
Silver Mirror shook his head decisively. "At least as far as I can remember, there's no other way. The only person in the world who can heal the wounds inflicted by the Heaven-Slaying Ancestral Sword is probably the Creator God of Life. But we're in the abyss, and this only hope has been shattered."
"Little Mo Su, if you are willing to give up Pan Xiaodie and throw yourself into my arms, you won't have to worry so much." Mo Yi twisted her body charmingly and teased Mo Su.
Mo Su didn't even look at it, but just walked silently to Pan Xiaodie's side, his eyes filled with the tenderness of his lifetime, staring at the sleeping Pan Xiaodie.
"Okay, when the time comes, you don't have to inform me, you can decide for yourselves. I don't want to ruin my last hope because of my indecision." Mo Su finally made up his mind that he must not lose Pan Xiaodie.
"I understand. In fact, with your nature, it is difficult for you to make such a decision, so we will be the sinners. At that time, I will seal the entire 'Cradle Space' and cut off all connections with the outside world, and you will not be able to enter." Yin Jing nodded. He naturally knew Mo Su's personality very well.
"I will find another way. You try to delay the arrival of this result." Mo Su turned around and prepared to leave. He wanted to try again to see if he could find a win-win solution to the problem.
"No problem. You will sacrifice some of the dark profound energy of the entire Panming Demon Clan that fell into the abyss to Pan Xiaodie. This will reduce the power of the Wheel of Time she consumes, and the collapse of the Abyssal Wheel of Time will naturally be delayed. However, this will sacrifice the profound energy of the entire Panming Demon Clan, significantly weakening their strength."
"I will arrange this matter. This will also leave a little more hope for the world of the abyss. I think they will understand. At the same time, I will personally issue a decree to protect all descendants of the Panming Demon Clan and open up a separate kingdom for them. Let's call it the Owl Butterfly Kingdom." Mo Su sighed lightly and made the final decision.
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This memory, sealed away by time for millions of years, now surged through Mo Su's mind like a surging tide. Although the years had quietly passed, every word, every sentence, and even every subtle expression in the memory were still as clear as yesterday, engraved in the depths of his mind with incredible clarity, as if the torrent of time had never left the slightest trace on them.
Especially the moment he'd made up his mind to save Pan Xiaodie; every detail was vivid in his mind, every detail ringing in his mind. At that moment, he'd solemnly told Yin Jing and Mo Yi to make their own decision at that crucial moment, without consulting him or even informing him. He knew full well that his own reluctance would prevent him from making such a cruel decision.
At this moment, the scene before him coincided perfectly with the memory of the past. Mo Su's pupils suddenly contracted, then rapidly expanded, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief.
Almost subconsciously, his fingertips lightly touched the wall of space again, and then he began to explore it, his movements filled with a hint of urgency and panic. His expression was focused and nervous, as if he was trying to penetrate the cold space wall, find some clue to the agreement he had made with Yin Jing and Mo Yi a million years ago, and to verify whether the crucial moment that would determine his fate had really arrived quietly.
Yun Che watched Mo Su's series of strange actions, his entire mind instantly focused. He had a vague feeling that he had inadvertently done something wrong, and this very thing, like a sharp knife, deeply irritated Mo Su. However, he thought about it over and over again, but he could not find the answer. In desperation, he could only silently increase his vigilance and keep himself in top condition at all times.
Finally, Mo Su slowly stopped sliding his fingertips along the wall of space. His head drooped weakly, and his entire body emanated a deep sorrow that penetrated his bones. This sorrow, after millions of years of sedimentation, became even more solemn and profound.
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