jdhmnovel Chapter 603 This time I want to write...
Chapter 603 This time I want to write...
"It depends on the tomorrow of mortals." Su Mohui answered firmly, and at the same time reached out to take a bunch of wheat ears handed to him by the God of Peace Frey with a smile.
The wheat ears already had a rotten and gray smell, but the moment they fell into her palms, the rotten grains turned into warm points of light and dissipated.
"Your Majesty, your sword..." her eyes were sharp, "should be used to strike at the 'granaries' that are plundering the vitality of the Urobuchi, not at the polluted wheat fields that are still struggling to survive."
Finally, she smiled and looked at the wise and kind Mayan god. "Your Majesty Itzamna, please add this sentence to your prophetic stone tablet—" Su Mohui's voice carried the power of insight into the future, "'Sparks... rising from the mire.'"
At the edge of the clouds, the three ancestors, Suiren, Qin Shihuang and Wu Zetian, who had been watching the changes quietly, smiled at each other, with relief and satisfaction in their eyes - it seemed that the moment they had been waiting for had finally arrived.
Su Mohui waited for the "chess player" she was waiting for, but it seemed...it was time for them to leave too?
In the Nether Palace.
Fan Wujiu had just led a group of wandering souls through the boundary gate when the soul-locking chain in his hand suddenly vibrated violently without any warning! He looked at the floating Rebirth Mirror in surprise - the scene in the mirror was the bottomless black hole of the Desolate Star Moon Palace!
At this moment, at the edge of the black hole, half of the jade pendant was emitting a warm and firm light! The patterns on the jade pendant...actually matched the fragment of the glass lamp hanging from Su Mohui's waist perfectly!
Su Mohui clenched the wine glass in her hand and looked at Qi Mo and the others who had returned from the Myriad Worlds. After a while of conversation, they all seemed to have heard...
The unique aftertaste of Jiuniangchun seemed to echo in the void - in the aroma of the wine, there seemed to be some kind of secret code left by Xuanyuan Shaoze. At this moment, it sounded like a dull and determined war drum, beating in the heart.
Above the clouds, the giant shadows of four gods raised their hands simultaneously. The Ten Commandments Tablet of Yehweh, the Sun-Golden Bow of Apollo, the Sword of Victory of Frey, and the Prophecy Tablet of Itzamna...
They transformed into four brilliant streams of light of different colors, tearing through space, rushing towards the source of their respective beliefs in the human world, and towards the whereabouts of those mortals who ignited sparks in despair!
Su Mohui watched the thin gray mist gradually dissipate as the light drifted across the clouds. Suddenly, she felt the wine glass in her hand lighten. She lowered her head and saw a small but powerful inscription clearly emerging from the bottom of the empty glass.
"Yuan".
That was Xuanyuan Shaoze's handwriting! It was imprinted there more clearly and directly than any oracle:
"When the gods are willing to serve as fuel, every breath of mortals...is the kindling of a prairie fire."
The speed of the underworld was still chaotic, but Su Mohui could clearly feel the warmth of the wine glass still lingering on her palm, as if telling her...
A figure in a hooded sweatshirt is currently hiding amidst the rising and falling prayers of billions of mortals in the universe, waiting to watch this dance of breakthrough, the fuse of which was lit by him but starred by mortals.
Afterward, she exchanged greetings with her ancestors—Suiren, Qin Shihuang, and Wu Zetian—before turning without hesitation and heading for the teleportation array. When the Jusheng Pen emerged from her fingertips, the tip was no longer swirling with ordinary ink, but rather quantum ink that shone with a faint blue light and imbued with the power of laws.
What I want to write this time... is a declaration of war to Urobuchi Hongen.
. . . . . . .
"...This time, I'll take the initiative."
In the Netherworld Palace, as Su Mohui lowered the Judgment Pen, the last character solidified in the air. Then, with his eyes narrowed slightly, he threw the "declaration of war" written with the Judgment Pen into the void.
She knew that the gods of the Ksura family...would "see" it - just like a shark smelling blood.
She did not stop, tore through the space, and instantly returned to the Xuanji Platform of the Ninth Heaven.
She looked up and glanced at the moon hanging above her head. When the Mirror of Rebirth was floating in front of her, she did not hesitate at all. She mobilized her authority and used the star map of Xuanji Terrace to collect the purest moonlight power to restore the so-called "Anchor Point of Heaven".
As the light rose, an "anchor point" model that emitted soft white light but had an extremely complex and precise structure slowly took shape on the Mirror of Rebirth.
This is definitely not a task reward issued by the system—
Su Mohui used her spiritual sense to scan every inch of the anchor point's structure, and she clearly saw that what was wrapped around it was Qi Mo's unique causal line.
And deeper down, there are even more obscure traces that are almost covered by the laws themselves...That is the "fingerprint" left by Xuanyuan Shaoze when he replaced the laws!
She turned her head sharply and looked at Qi Mo, who had followed her to Xuanji Terrace. "Give me an explanation."
Qi Mo's face instantly turned awkward, and he subconsciously dodged her gaze for a moment. But ultimately, under Su Mohui's gaze, he took a deep breath and chose to confess: "When you and Yang Jian were attacking with all your might in Cyber Heaven... basically, except for the props I locked in advance, the root power of the Heavenly Palace anchor point was completely exhausted..."
He spoke in a deep voice, pointing to the model formed from the moonlight on the Rebirth Mirror. "This one is actually a substitute that Xuanyuan Shaoze later gave me. He used fragments of his own godhead and some of the laws of 'existence' to forcibly reconstruct it."
"Heh...you two, you're doing great!" Su Mohui laughed despite being extremely angry. She felt a rage brewing in her heart, but she eventually suppressed it. Now was not the time to dwell on this. "But I did activate the thirty-sixth heaven with this."
"That... ahem..." Qi Mo laughed dryly and tried to explain: "Xuanyuan Shaoze's throne already contains some fragments of the Heavenly Court... Besides, Xiao An's godhood is directly under the Heavenly Court system, so..."
Su Mohui stopped looking at him and turned to Shen Jiaan, who had just landed on Xuanji Terrace. She raised an eyebrow and asked, "Have those law enforcement officers from the Xipan Church on the First Continent been dealt with?"
Shen Jia'an slapped his forehead and yelled in frustration, "Damn it! I was so busy chasing those slippery guys that I ended up chasing them all the way to the Rift of the Myriad Worlds!"
"Later, Master You and I sensed that something had happened to Xuanyuan Shaoze, and I came back immediately in a hurry! I'm going to deal with them now!" As he said this, he was about to tear through the void and head straight for the first continent.
"Wait," Su Mohui reached out and pulled him, "I'll go with you."
As she spoke, her eyes swept across the Xuanjitai star map, the map under the first continent mark. The aura there was a little disordered, but the original power belonging to this world still existed.
"It just so happens that the power of destiny of the First Continent that Pangu the Great God once gave me is still there. It can completely straighten out those polluted and distorted timelines." As she spoke, she stood up.
"By the way," Shen Jia'an looked around and scratched his head in confusion, "Why don't I see that girl Zhan Qing? It feels like I haven't seen her for a long time..." He asked Yu Wenshu who was standing beside him.
Yu Wenshu's eyes moved slightly, and just as he was about to speak, he sensed a faint, almost imperceptible light flashing from the Tai Chi jade pendant hanging on Qi Mo's waist.