Cursing silently, Evil Duo labeled Shooting Sun, who they did not interact much with, as Dumbo.
If they did not have to add another word after Dumbo to express their emotions, they would have called him Progenitor.
Now, the Dumbo Progenitor, who was only a skeleton, was looking at Evil Duo with a cold smirk.
The smirk was mocking Evil Duo.
The smirk was praising himself.
After evaluating the pros and cons, Dark Blade gave up on the idea of destroying Dumbo from the roots even if he had to start all over again.
"I'll leave it to you."
With those four words, Dark Blade disappeared again and met up with Evil Moon's main body, continuing his journey of recovery.
"Sigh …" Evil Moon sighed speechlessly and said to Shooting Sun, "Do as you please."
The two emperors disappeared in the blink of an eye, and Shooting Sun's mockery intensified.
"You realized you can't face me, so you fled in a panic?"
"The emperors are only so-so!"
"If I'm given another chance, I can shoot down the Nine Heavens …"
Before he finished, Evil Moon appeared again with a changed expression.
At the same time, Shooting Sun seemed to have sensed that his words had attracted an inexplicable aura, and quickly shut his mouth.
"You …"
Sensing that the ethereal aura had taken a turn and did not land on him, Evil Moon turned around and pointed at Shooting Sun with a trembling finger.
"If you want to die, go somewhere else!"
Shooting Sun was embarrassed.
But who was he?
The unyielding Dumbo Progenitor!
"What, can't I just say it? Come fight me if you dare, or you're a son of a b * tch if you don't! "
As long as he did not mention the Nine Heavens, no matter how Shooting Sun scolded him, Evil Moon could not be bothered and disappeared immediately.
However, after this incident, he was even more worried about Xie Tian's future.
"Sigh, I really don't know if this is a blessing or a curse …"
Shooting Sun cursed for a while and felt that he had an absolute advantage over the Nine Heavens, but he had nowhere to go.
While he was hesitating, he heard a faint cry.
"Hmm, it's that little witch …"
Shooting Sun's expression was uncertain.
He was Dumbo.
But he was not completely stupid.
Before he died, he finally realized that he had been tricked by a certain bastard.
"F * ck, just because it's called Shooting the Sun, it has to be Shooting the Sun!"
Shooting Sun clenched his teeth. He wished he could escape into the cycle of reincarnation and turn this idiot into a beehive.
But seeing Hou Yu crying her heart out, he couldn't bear it.
"Heng, you really can't accomplish anything great. Didn't I just say that you aren't as righteous as Evil Heaven or whatever, unable to nurture me? Is there a need to cry?"
In the end, he shook his head and glanced through the Evil Moon at Xie Tian, who was fighting with the Buried Earth Bewitching Soul. After saying these words, he ran to comfort Hou Yu.
"Weak chicken!"
Describing Xie Tian's current state as weak was an understatement.
Even the Dark Blade did not know how big this Burial Ground was. He did not know when it had appeared, and he did not know how many battles it had gone through. If the Burial Ground Bewilderment that it produced was easy to deal with, it would not be so desolate.
Saying thank you to Huang Er meant that he was relieved, but it was only temporary.
Several years of life and death battles had consumed everything he had.
Even if he had endless Primordial Yang energy, the abnormal recovery speed of the Three Selves, and an unimaginable willpower, he was still limited.
What's more, the giant blood-colored coffin hanging above his sea of consciousness was still devouring everything he had.
The current Xie Tian's qi and blood were extremely weak. He staggered, his face haggard, his blood-red eyes lifeless, and his spine, which had been straight for more than a hundred years, seemed to be bending.
And his Origin Ruyi, which was born from the Origin of Creation and Destruction, showed a much dimmer gray light than before.
The two grayish colors alternated and gradually entered his body.
This undoubtedly meant that after several years of fighting, the blood-gray color that represented the Burial Ground Bewitching Soul had finally gained the upper hand.
Once the blood-gray color truly entered Xie Tian's body, he would no longer have the ability to turn the tables.
Huang Er stopped moving forward.
He did not know what he was feeling at this moment.
He only knew that Xie Tian could not die.
Yet when the turbulent yet gentle power of a Saint was about to pour into Xie Tian's body, Xie Tian raised his head with difficulty. His dazed blood-red eyes stared straight at Huang Er.
The blood-red eyes were lifeless, and his gaze seemed to begin to slacken.
Staring at these blood-red eyes for a long time, Huang Er slowly put down his hand.
Because even though this pair of eyes was powerless, even though the gaze that represented his will had already slackened, the light in the center of his pupils was still as bright as a torch.
"Is it faith …"
When these words appeared in his mind, Huang Er did not know why, but his nose felt slightly sour.
He also had faith.
He had only done two things in his life.
At least until he reached the Saint Realm. There were very few people in the world who followed their faith like him.
Even so, he could not help but admire Xie Tian.
But besides admiration, he also wanted to curse Xie Tian for being an idiot because of Xie Tian's identity.
Because he felt that if it was just to improve his cultivation, there was no need for him to do this.
"So, why are you doing this …"
Huang Er stared at Xie Tian and spoke softly.
Xie Tian and Huang Er brushed past each other.
As they brushed past each other, Huang Er seemed to see Xie Tian's throat move slightly, but he did not have the strength to move the answer out.
"Okay!"
"If you can persevere, I support you! I support you! "
"But let me tell you, I will definitely not allow you to die!"
"If it really comes to that, regardless of whether you agree to it or not, I will save you!"
After a few fierce shouts, Huang Er overtook Xie Tian. He resisted the urge to help him up and continued to lead the way.
Following behind the two of them, the god who was also struggling to move forward looked at Xie Tian's back with a complicated expression.
Such a frail back was something he had never seen before.
"Do your best, Xie Tian. Don't, don't let me overtake you just like that …"
The three of them.
Different paths.
To the three of them, this was a lonely path.
Huang Er's path was to bring Xie Tian through Burial Earth, which he did not know if he could pass through, and into the Deity World of the second division.
The god's path was to follow Xie Tian and search for his father, who might still be alive.
As for Xie Tian's path, it had nothing to do with him.
After the battle with the true successor of the Evil Emperor, he understood that even if he used only 10% of his bloodline power, his aptitude and combat prowess would far surpass his current self by a hundred or even a thousand times.
But he did not want to use it.
He, who did not even want to use his bloodline power, would not go to the Deity World of the second division to search for his family.
He only went there for the sake of the Evil Army brothers, for the sake of Celestial Garment.
He was very clear on how difficult this path was. Otherwise, the Dark Blade and Evil Moon's main body would not have left for the sake of becoming stronger.
Therefore …
"I want to become stronger …"
This was the answer that Huang Er saw his throat move but did not hear.
Xie Tian, who had lost 99% of his strength, kept telling himself the reason for becoming stronger, resisting the sinking heart that was born from being unable to bear the burden and persevering.
One year.
Two years.
Ten years.
Twenty years.
Thirty years.
…
Thirty-six years had passed since he persevered.
Xie Tian suddenly discovered that he, who had sunk into unprecedented darkness, saw light.
The intense light caused him to close his eyes subconsciously.
As he closed his eyes, he discovered that there was an additional gray fog in his body.
The fog was erratic, sometimes turning into a blurry human figure, sometimes turning into a line of blood.
Before he realized that this fog, which treated the Evil Body as its home, was the Burial Earth Bewitchment that had tortured him for nearly fifty years, he sensed something else that was worth being happy about.
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