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Shaking his head, upon hearing Qian Xuan mention the Bai Ze Clan, Bai Xu's face showed no signs of emotion... Of course, even if there were, Qian Xuan wouldn't be able to discern the changes in expression on a beast's face. From his words, it was clear that he had grown quite indifferent towards his own clan; it seemed that the death of his mother had dealt him a tremendous blow.
What concerned Qian Xuan more was Bai Xu's last statement. The scene that Qian Mo was experiencing in the ancient illusion should be from the time when Bai Xu sought medicine for his mother. Coupled with the earlier mention of the Loess Plateau... it was possible that Qian Mo was indeed retracing the path that Bai Xu had once walked. But what kind of great terror could have caused Bai Xu to die with hatred without even knowing who the murderer was? If he felt this way... then if Qian Mo truly reached the end... wouldn't his life be in jeopardy?
"Hehe, judging by your expression, it seems you've realized something? Don't put on that look as if you're ready to fight me. Let's not even discuss whether you can win against me; even if you do, what difference would it make? I am but a soul that has already died; your son can never return. However, there is still a chance as long as your son is clever enough. The destined child of the Embalmer lineage surely possesses some ability, right? Just watch closely!"
"Hmph!"
In the Primeval World...
"Senior Bamon, I have no intention of competing with you; I only wish to save my mother. I must obtain this Soulgrass! I promise to take only one stalk. If you agree, I will immediately let you out of this formation!"
Watching Bamon continuously spewing black mist that polluted the water surface and violently attacking the mountains with his massive body, Bai Xu felt somewhat strained. He was still underage and his abilities seemed somewhat immature. Although Bamon's qualifications were slightly lower than his, he was older and had matured long ago, possessing strength that surpassed Bai Xu's by a bit. If this continued, he might truly break free from the formation! Feeling anxious inside, Bai Xu could only try to persuade him.
"Hahaha, wishful thinking! I have guarded the Soulgrass for many years and regard it as my life. If today your Bai Ze Clan's army were to invade, I might have to bow down. But you? A mere inexperienced brat from a fallen clan dares to make me yield? If I set this precedent, won't everyone dare to bargain with me, Bamon? Today, I will eliminate you and absorb your essence to truly experience whether your so-called birth from the Bai Ze Sacred Altar is real or not!"
Feeling the power of the Mountain Water Maze weakening continuously, how could Bamon be willing to reconcile with Bai Xu? He was already fantasizing about the delicious taste of the blood and flesh of the Bai Ze royal family!
"My strength is almost depleted; in just a moment, I will completely lose control over the Mountain Water Maze... No! For my mother, I must hold on..."
Bai Xu's mouth and nose began to seep blood tinged with a hint of golden fluorescence. But thinking of his mother who was still imprisoned in their clan and on the brink of death, he gritted his teeth and persevered.
"Haha, give up! Today is your day to die; your mother will soon be lost as well. You two can accompany each other on your journey—wouldn't that fulfill your wish? Plus, it allows me to gain a great advantage. How wonderful! How delightful!"
Bamon's rampage within the formation grew increasingly intense...
"Hey, you Long Worm! Isn't it too early for you to declare victory? Let me have a word with you!"
A sudden shout rang out as both Bamon and Bai Xu turned their heads to see a human standing confidently in the distance—it was Qian Mo!
"What are you? How dare you ruin my plans? Since when did ants like humans have the audacity to speak loudly in front of me?"
Bamon seemed incredulous as if he had witnessed something utterly ridiculous; his tone dripped with mockery...
"Long Worm, my name remains unchanged; I am about to become the strongest Embalmer in history—Qian Mo. Don't ask too much; I'm just kind-hearted and can't stand your stinginess. Today, I'm going to team up with that asshole Bai Ze over there to take down tyrants and share land!"
In this battlefield where both were top-tier deities in the Primordial Wilderness, Qian Mo stood tall and proud compared to them, speaking with conviction!
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