Having a name, Fan Su no longer agonized over whether Mo Wen should stay or leave, as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world.
On the contrary, when Mo Wen left, he glanced at her, wanting to see what she would look like as Xia Mu. In the end, he said nothing and just left.
He wasn't sure if he could come back.
As far as he knew, alliances were usually places for trouble-making, and big things always happened there.
The disheveled man's enthusiastic invitation was probably because he saw that Cangwu was not present and wanted to take advantage of the situation to stir up trouble and see what kind of person he, Cangwu's successor, really was.
If I'm easy to bully, won't they come knocking on my door?
If we are not easy to bully, will they submit to us?
No matter where a man goes, his ultimate pursuit remains the same: power and women.
The jade slip was like a compass in the vast universe, leading Mo Wen through many twists and turns until they arrived at a place that resembled a fairyland.
A strange, ghostly beast stood at the entrance and growled softly at Mo Wen. A warm and courteous voice drifted out from the clouds. "Brother Mo Wen, it is an honor to have you here. I have failed to greet you properly; I am truly sorry."
Mo Wen quickly identified the old man as the disheveled man, who was also the owner of this place, the Ten Directions Elder.
The place, shrouded in ethereal clouds, looked incredibly mysterious, and all sorts of sounds emanated from within.
Mo Wen bowed slightly in return.
The old man from the Ten Directions made no attempt to conceal his identity; he led Mo Wen inside as if he had never met him before.
Once inside, there were countless people.
The old man from the Ten Directions introduced himself to Mo Wen as if they were old friends.
Mo Wen's memory was astonishing; he remembered most of the person's details. After returning the greeting, he sat down to rest.
A grand feast of song and dance, with cups clinking and toasts flowing, an atmosphere of unparalleled prosperity and excitement.
Mo Wen sat there calmly.
Behind this glitz and glamour, everyone's eyes were involuntarily drawn to him, and he didn't miss a single thing.
Mo Wen smiled and said, "Since I'm here, I might as well make the best of it."
Fortunately, things at home have been settled, so it's not a big deal if I can't get out unscathed.
He was unafraid when he escaped that massacre as a mortal, and now that he has learned the legacy of Canghai Cangwu, he has even less reason to be afraid.
Moreover, he had already realized that these people were afraid of Cangwu; otherwise, they wouldn't have such expressions.
Mo Wen was very curious about what Cangwu had done back then that had scared these people so much.
Mo Wen waited patiently, and after the banquet, they finally got down to business.
The Ten Directions Elder said, “As everyone knows, the laws of heaven and earth have now returned, and it is time to reorder and compete for the laws. I, the Lord of the Tomb of the Venerable God, Mo Wen, will be the leader. What do you all think?”
Mo Wen looked at the old man of the ten directions, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
He was certain he hadn't offended the old man, yet the old man seemed to be targeting him at every turn, as if he wanted someone else to test his skills. The old man was truly cunning.
Mo Wen did not answer, but some people in the room already disagreed.
"He's just a greenhorn who happened to inherit some of Cangwu's legacy. What makes him worthy of being ranked as the head of all gods?"
"That's right, he's just a tomb keeper, how can he be called the master of the divine tomb? Even Cangwu back then wouldn't dare to call himself that. Where did this arrogant brat come from?"
"That's right. If Cangwu were still alive, I would gladly give him the position of the head of all gods. As for his disciples... hehe, I'm sure I could still defeat them."
The old man of the Ten Directions glanced at Mo Wen with an undiminished smile. Seeing that he remained calm and composed, he admired him to some extent. He smiled and said, "You are all mistaken. Cangwu is wandering outside. Who knows when he will return? The matter of the laws of heaven and earth needs to be settled as soon as possible. Although this young brother Mo is still young, he has received Cangwu's true teachings. That day, he stopped my Netherworld Beast without even making a move. I am ashamed that I cannot defeat him, and I dare not compete with him today. I think you are all no match for him either."
Mo Wen sneered repeatedly, without saying a word himself. In just a few words, the old man of the Ten Directions had forced everyone to his opposite side.
The implication was that since Cangwu wasn't around, anyone who wanted to bully him was welcome to do so.
He then claimed he couldn't win, which fueled everyone's competitive spirit. A fierce battle was inevitable, and some of the less composed individuals might even be so enraged that they wanted to kill him.
However, he didn't come here to make friends.
Mo Wen was somewhat tired. Heaven and earth seemed no different to him. He suddenly missed the Tomb of the Gods and the blank-paper-like Fan Su in the Tomb of the Gods.
Fan Su is like a clean canvas on which he can freely express his thoughts.
Provoked by this, everyone started making a fuss.
Mo Wen's head was throbbing from the noise. He glanced around and realized that he had walked into an encirclement on his own initiative.
Cangwu was probably like this back then!
Since Cangwu could defeat everyone, there's no reason why he couldn't.
The world of gods is no different from the world of mortals; whoever has the bigger fist gets to decide. So, stop talking nonsense and let's fight!
"Go ahead and fight!" Mo Wen stood up and said this indifferently.
We won! Let's go home!
You lost, so you're lying here!
fair enough!
The room was completely silent.
Someone said, "Are you... insane?"
Mo Wen smiled. A thousand years ago, he had already gone mad, and he's been mad ever since, just waiting for a solution.
Otherwise, are we just going to wait to live as long as heaven and earth?
After a thousand years of life as a tomb keeper, couldn't he understand?
He had thought it through clearly: the job of a tomb keeper was not suitable for people or gods with feelings; it was most suitable for a vengeful spirit like Fan Su, who was devoid of emotion, love, desire, and wants. She would probably never feel bored there.
He also began to understand why Cangwu would be so bored as to use his own body as fertile soil to nurture a lustful man with wolfish ambitions.
Loneliness, how terrifying!
It's insane!
"Shall we fight?" Mo Wen looked around, his gaze sweeping over the faces of the people.
If he doesn't fight, he'll go home; he'll have to go back and reshape Fan Su's aesthetic sense.
"Hahahaha! Mo Wen, do you really think you're so great just because you're Cangwu's disciple? Do you really think you're the number one in the God Realm? If you want to be ranked first, ask me first. If you want to fight, count me in."
"Count me in too."
"I'm here!"
"And me too."
Mo Wen's eyes were filled with madness, and his aura surged. "Then come on!"
One by one, everyone jumped out and surrounded Mo Wen.
The old man from all directions laughed heartily. "Mo Wen, this is your first time here, and you've already offended everyone. Since everyone is eager to teach you something, I'll join in the fun too!"
Mo Wen laughed. "I don't know many people, but you're the most shameless one among them."
The old man was taken aback. "Haha, you don't know enough people. I'll send you to the underworld to meet more people."
A sharp, cold wind swept towards Mo Wen.
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