Su Yu sensed that something was amiss and followed her gaze. He was slightly surprised to discover that in front of Mo Heng's chest, which had been pierced by the bone claw, there was a very special mark on his chest. Because his clothes were torn, he could easily see that there was a very special mark on his chest.
The mark was in the shape of a pitch-black sword, surrounded by chains.
It seemed to symbolize that the sword had been sealed!
The sword was not drawn on, but imprinted into his flesh, leaving a deep indent on his chest.
Unless he changed his body, he would never be able to erase the mark.
"You … You were enslaved by the Sword Sacred Clan?" Bai Xue blurted out, revealing a huge secret.
She hurriedly covered her mouth and looked around vigilantly. After confirming that no one had heard her, she immediately stepped forward and helped Mo Heng put his clothes back on. "We did not see anything, we did not see anything."
Mo Heng sighed. "It's fine if you saw, the Sword Sacred Clan does not mind outsiders knowing."
Su Yu roughly understood the ins and outs of the conversation between the two.
The craftsmanship genius of the nine-star civilization had disappeared because he had been enslaved by the Sword Sacred Clan.
The nine-star civilization was a place where the strong preyed on the weak. He did not find it strange that something like this had happened.
What was strange was that Mo Heng's forces had not come to rescue him?
In the current nine-star civilization, a genius could not have come from a poor background.
Poor people lived in abandoned wastelands, running around every day in order to survive. How could they have the time to cultivate their craftsmanship talent?
He must have come from a prestigious family.
"Anyway, I am the only one left of the Mo family, so what if I tell the whole world? Who would dare risk being accused of the Sword Sacred Clan to come and rescue me? "Mo Heng seemed to have accepted his fate, losing all will to resist.
It turned out that the Mo family had once been a prestigious family, but for some unknown reason, they had disappeared.
Even when Mo Heng was enslaved, no one dared to interfere.
Bai Xue silently sighed, expressing her helplessness.
Even though the Temple of Heaven was powerful, it was still only a powerful clan, far from being able to compete with the Sacred Clan.
Not to mention that the Sword Sacred Clan was ranked third among the powerful Sacred Clans.
Su Yu asked thoughtfully, "So, what's your ranking in the Famed Sword Saint Clan in terms of craftsmanship?"
At this point, Mo Heng revealed a trace of pride. "Because of my identity as a slave, I was ranked 100th. In reality, it would not be difficult for me to be in the top three. I could even be in first place."
Being enslaved, Mo Heng was naturally unwilling to wholeheartedly forge artifacts for the Sword Sacred Clan.
Therefore, he had been concealing his attainments in blacksmithing.
His true attainments in artifact forging were shockingly high.
"Believe me!" Mo Heng thought that Su Yu and Bai Xue did not believe him, so he said, "Let me give you a simple example. The ten families of the Famous Sword Saint Tribe nurtured the Absolute Heaven Sword. They spent an entire era nurturing the Absolute Heaven Sword. If everything goes as expected, the day the sword is unsheathed will be the day blood stains the sky!"
Oh?
Bai Xue's eyes widened. "What do you mean?"
Mo Heng said disdainfully, "Those ten sword practitioners thought that their attainments were astonishing and they forged a flawless holy artifact. In reality, the forging process was riddled with flaws!"
"The day the sword is unsheathed, the sword will definitely go out of control and harm all the guests."
Mo Heng then remembered that Su Yu and the rest had also come to observe the birth of the Absolute Heaven Sword. "Considering that you have saved me, I advise you not to go near the Absolute Heaven Sword. It would be best if you do not even step into the Famous Sword Sacred Clan. Otherwise, your lives will be in danger."
Su Yu and Bai Xue became serious. Mo Heng was a slave who had lost his freedom. There was no need for him to threaten them.
What he said was most likely true — if his attainments in crafting artifacts were as brilliant as he claimed.
"Thank you for the reminder," Su Yu said. "But we need to go to the Famous Sword Sacred Clan to obtain the primordial energy released when the Absolute Sword Heaven is born. I'm afraid we have no choice but to go."
Mo Heng sighed. "Then good luck to you!"
Pausing, Mo Heng took out two black iron balls from his sleeves. Their surfaces were full of bumps and hollows. It was unknown what they were used for.
"I hope you will be of use." Mo Heng patted his butt. "Let's go. I'll bring you to the Famous Sword Sacred Clan. That's on the condition that you all have an invitation."
At the mention of an invitation, Bai Xue took out her real invitation. She pouted. "Shouldn't you open it for me?"
Su Yu did not say a word. He gently swiped his finger over the letter, and several images appeared in the letter.
Mo Heng happened to capture this scene. His pupils shrank, and the gaze he used to look at Su Yu had a deeper meaning.
"Let's go." Bai Xue happily put away the invitation.
Mo Heng led the way without a change in expression. Half a day later, a golden path paved in the air appeared in front of them.
At the end of the path was an incomparably huge longsword stabbed into the ground.
It was not a real sword, but a building of the Famous Sword Sacred Clan.
But when they stepped onto the golden path, they discovered that not far ahead was the youth named "Ah Da" who had abandoned Mo Heng and escaped alone.
"Ah Da?" Mo Heng let out a sigh of relief. "As long as you are safe. That's good."
His words were filled with care and concern for Ah Da.
In the face of danger, Mo Heng had pushed Ah Da away and used his own body to block the attack. From this, it could be seen that the relationship between the two was not ordinary.
Hearing the voice behind him, Ah Da turned around. There was not much joy on his face. Instead, he muttered coldly, "You're not dead yet."
He forced himself to walk back, calmly saying, "Thank you for just now."
Although he said thank you, there was no gratitude in his eyes. In fact, he was a little disappointed that Mo Heng had not died at the hands of the skeleton.
Su Yu creased his brows. This young man should at least know how to repay kindness, right?
But without understanding the relationship between the two and their grudges, he could not interrupt.
But Bai Xue was much more direct. "Brat, can't you say something human? Are you cursing your benefactor to die? Without him, you would be long dead! "
Ah Da glared at Bai Xue unhappily. "I'm talking to my father, what does that have to do with you?"
Father?
The two of them were father and son?
Ah Da looked at the bloodied Mo Heng with disgust. "Wait here, I'll go in first in case someone sees us."
Heh!
Bai Xue was really angry. How could a son look down on his father?
She rolled up her sleeves. "Stop right there!"
But Mo Heng blocked Bai Xue, his expression complicated. "My son is immature, I hope the two elders will not mind him."
Bai Xue was furious. "Mo Heng, you were someone important in the past, how did you raise such a son? Aren't you spoiling him too much? "
Mo Heng did not speak, as if unwilling to explain the cause and effect.
Su Yu's gaze flickered. Mo Heng was a slave of the Famous Sword Sacred Clan, how could he have a son?
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