Chapter 561
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Ignoring Senior Brother Zhuo's frantic struggle, Ning Luo smiled as he played chess with the black-robed man. "A long, long time ago, there was a True God who fell from the Nine Heavens to the mortal world. She looked at the barren land and felt pity. She used her divine power to spread it to every corner of the world, allowing those pitiful people to see a glimmer of hope and light."
Senior Brother Zhuo was shocked. He did not know what Ning Luo was talking about, and he did not want to listen to his crazy words. He just wanted to break free and leave this place.
However …
Ning Luo's claw was like a firm iron cage that was hard to shake.
At this moment, Ning Luo's story did not stop. "As the True God arrived, the pitiful people of time worshipped him. They built shrines and regarded him as their faith. From then on, the power of faith was born in this world. However … as time passed, the True God was able to offer them less and less …"
At this point, Ning Luo's eyes were filled with a bone-chilling coldness. His speech suddenly sped up. "The people of the world started to complain about the True God. They complained that the True God no longer loved them. They complained that the True God was no longer selfless … They complained that the True God didn't deserve to own the temple … Finally, selfishness and greed burst forth in the hearts of the people. They smashed the temple, destroyed the faith, and joined hands to kill the True God. They cut open the True God's body.
Suddenly, the chessboard under the black-robed man's fingers shattered, and the chess pieces scattered all over the ground.
His gaze was indifferent as he looked at Senior Martial Brother Zhuo. "Senior Martial Brother Zhuo … say, the True God selflessly sacrificed himself and exhausted the divine power in his body to benefit the world. However, the people were not grateful and even squeezed out the last bit of the True God's divine power. They divided the True God's body and ate it … Isn't that cruel? Since that's the case, why should the True God take pity on the people? They will pay a terrible price for their ugly actions."
"You … you … lunatic … what … are … you … saying … Let … me go!" Senior Brother Zhuo felt like he was suffocating under Ning Luo's grip.
"What … True God … I don't know … Ning Luo … This is … Yunxiao Sect. You … better … let me go … I'll remember … that you are my … Junior Brother. I will definitely … not tell anyone …"
Seeing that Ning Luo did not react, Senior Brother Zhuo looked a little frightened. He had no choice but to give in.
Crack!
In the next second, the sound of bones breaking rang out.
Bang!
Ning Luo loosened his grip, and Senior Brother Zhuo collapsed weakly on the ground. His neck had been crushed, and he was no longer breathing.
Soon, a layer of ice covered Senior Brother Zhuo's body, and it shattered into pieces. It was as if Senior Brother Zhuo had never existed in this world.
"When will the mystic realm open?" Ning Luo looked at the black-robed man.
"Within half a month." A deep voice came from the black robe.
"I really look forward to … the arrival of that day." Ning Luo walked to the window and stood with his hands behind his back. The smile at the corner of his mouth never faded.
"I'll be leaving first," said the black-robed man as he slowly rose to his feet. He turned into a cloud of black mist and disappeared.
At this moment, only Ning Luo's lonely figure remained.
He raised his head slightly and looked at the bright moon outside the window.
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