The immortals of the immortal world were also split into different ranks. 1357924?
The highest rank was naturally the High God rank, while the lowest rank was the ascended immortal cultivators of the mortal world or demon immortals of the demon world.
However, Immortal Hejiang had been an immortal for a million years and could be said to be at the third level of the pyramid. His magic power was profound, and there were few who could match him in the immortal world. Yet, he was killed, and even his immortal soul couldn't escape. No wonder the Swelling Earth had such an expression.
When she thought about the faint scent of blood on Mo Li's body, Jiujiu couldn't help but frown, but she chose not to say anything.
Regardless of whether Immortal Hejiang was killed by Mo Li or not, Jiujiu decided to let this matter rot in her stomach.
After the Swelling Earth carried Jiujiu back to its own palace, it didn't take a single step outside.
Although it was the Immortal Mother's only son, it was still young. If someone really wanted to kill an immortal, it would only be sending itself to its death.
But what made Jiujiu helpless was that the Swelling Earth was trapped here, unable to leave, but it wouldn't let her leave either.
Jiujiu sat on a small couch, swinging her two slender legs as she muttered to herself.
Last time, Mo Li finally paid attention to her, but she went back on her word. Jiujiu felt that if she went to find Mo Li again, he would no longer pay attention to her.
Jiujiu instantly felt melancholy.
Immortal Hejiang's death cast a layer of black fog over the originally peaceful immortal world.
The Immortal Mother sent countless people to search for him, but they all returned with no results.
Two hundred years had passed since then, and only Immortal Hejiang had died. Over time, everyone tacitly buried this matter in their hearts.
The Swelling Earth also became busy again.
Jiujiu finally had time to go find Mo Li.
After two hundred years, Jiujiu opened the door to Mo Li's palace again, and she felt a little uneasy.
Just as Jiujiu was wondering what she would do if Mo Li slapped her, the door opened from the inside.
Today, Mo Li was wearing a white robe instead of his usual self.
The pure white robe looked as if it had been cut from the moonlight, and the sleeves were embroidered with dark golden patterns. It made Mo Li's imposing appearance seem even more otherworldly, and his temperament even more outstanding.
Jiujiu looked at Mo Li nervously and whispered, "Mo Li, I'm sorry."
"I know," Mo Li said.
What surprised Jiujiu was that Mo Li's voice was as clear as jade, low and magnetic, and it was extremely pleasing to the ears.
Jiujiu blinked and stared at Mo Li. She blinked in confusion. "You have a voice?"
Mo Li lowered his eyes. His dark eyelashes fluttered slightly, casting a green shadow under his eyes. He said softly, "Why are you looking for me?"
Although his tone was still cold, it was much better than when he had thrown her to the ground. Jiujiu quickly replied, "I like you."
Jiujiu had always felt that if he liked her, he liked her. There was no need to drag his feet or not answer her.
But she didn't expect that Mo Li's expression would turn ugly the moment she said that.
In an instant, bruises appeared on his face. Jiujiu hurriedly walked in front of Mo Li, but before she could reach him, Mo Li's slender, jade-like finger instantly turned into a pitch-black stone.
Mo Li waved his hand.
Jiujiu was immediately thrown out of the room.
But even though she had been thrown out with a lot of force, she didn't feel too bad after landing, apart from a slight pain on her butt.
But when she thought about how Mo Li's hand had suddenly turned to stone, Jiujiu frowned.
After waiting outside the door for a while and confirming that she couldn't enter, Jiujiu left with her head hung low.
Inside the room, Mo Li looked at his hand, which was still stone. His expression was ugly.
As expected, He Jiang's immortal soul could only repair his voice. If he wanted to completely repair it, he would need a lot more immortal souls.
Mo Li raised his hand and touched his chest. Even though he could hear his heartbeat, Mo Li knew that there was nothing there.
His heart had been given to someone a long, long time ago.
But he didn't remember who that person was.
He only vaguely remembered that her name was Jiujiu.
When Jiujiu returned to the palace, the Soil of Breath had yet to return. The palace was empty except for her and the other immortal servants.
Jiujiu jumped on the ground and jogged over to an immortal servant. "How many years have you been here?"
The immortal servant hurriedly knelt down and replied with a terrified expression, "Replying to Immortal Senior, I've been here for a hundred thousand years."
"A hundred thousand years?" Wasn't that longer than Jiuniang's life?
Jiujiu's eyes darted around the immortal servant. Then she asked, "Then do you know Exalted God Mo Li?"
The immortal servant was stunned. He didn't expect Jiujiu to ask about Exalted God Mo Li. After a moment of shock, he replied in a low voice, "Replying to Immortal Senior, I only know a little."
Jiujiu raised her hand and touched her round little chin. "Speak. Tell me everything you know. What do you know?"
"Replying to Immortal Senior, Exalted God Mo Li and Immortal Mother have the same lifespan. It's said …"
"It's said what?"
"It's said that Exalted God Mo Li's immortal body is a stubborn rock."
"Stubborn rock?"
"Yes." The immortal servant knew that Jiujiu liked to look for Mo Li. He said in a low voice, "Exalted God Mo Li's immortal body is a stubborn rock. That's why it's said that he doesn't have feelings."
Jiujiu: "..."
"He doesn't have feelings?"
"Yes. Also, it's said that Exalted God Mo Li doesn't know how to speak."
Jiujiu: "..."
Just then, the Soil of Breath's voice came from behind. "What are you guys talking about?"
Jiujiu's expression froze. She lowered her eyes. When she looked up again, she had a sweet smile on her face. She ran in front of the Soil of Breath and hugged his arm. "He said that Exalted God Mo Li doesn't know how to speak."
The Soil of Breath bent down and picked up Jiujiu. As he walked into the inner palace, he said softly, "He doesn't know how to speak."
The Soil of Breath suddenly looked at Jiujiu. He asked in confusion, "You went to look for him?"
For some reason, the Soil of Breath was hostile towards Mo Li.
Jiujiu saw that the Soil of Breath was unhappy. She hurriedly hugged his neck and smiled. "He chased me out."
When the Soil of Breath heard that Mo Li had chased Jiujiu out, a faint smile appeared on its face. It looked up and gently stroked Jiujiu's hair. "Now you know that I'm good to you."
Jiujiu pursed her lips and nodded.
Seeing that Jiujiu was so obedient, the Soil of Breath smiled even more.
Jiujiu lowered her eyes. She had a bad feeling.
Sure enough, when she went to look for Mo Li the next day, she couldn't enter.
Mo Li had set up a barrier around his palace. Even though it was right in front of her, it was so close yet so far away.
Jiujiu was gone for a few days. Only when the Soil of Breath was about to go into seclusion did she return to guard it. She didn't look for Mo Li again.
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