Mo Yuan Is Not Important

Time flowed by like rushing water.

It had been a year since the alliance between the Zhao clan and the beast tribes.

On that day, the Zhao clan and the Old Dragon King joined forces to break into the small world of the Mo Clan. They intended to bring the six patriarchs of the hermit families to justice. However, Mo Yuan resorted to ruthless and evil means, using dark magic to take the lives of five patriarchs. As a result, he regained his peak strength and even seemed to outshine the other two.

That day, the three most powerful beings engaged in a fierce battle in the Mo Clan.

The battle was so intense that the sun and moon lost their light, and the heavens and earth were on the verge of collapse. The small world of the Mo Clan shattered inch by inch, with hardly a single intact place left.

Finally, considering the safety of the allied forces on the periphery.

Zhao Xiong and Ao Kun had to form a temporary alliance. They used their great magic power to move the battlefield to the end of the universe, deep in the starry sky. Countless stars in the sky shattered, and meteor showers fell for seven days and seven nights. It was both beautiful and extremely cruel.

No one knew the exact scene of this battle.

However, this encirclement and suppression of the other six hermit families ultimately ended with the withdrawal of the Zhao clan and the beast tribes.

The Mo Clan thus survived the war.

The people of the other five major families were not so lucky. The small worlds of the Flame clan, the Liu family, the Feng family and other families completely fell. The cultivators either surrendered or fled. The legacies and inheritances of the immortal race that had lasted for generations vanished overnight.

On the other hand.

Led by Mo Yuan, who had regained his peak strength, the Mo Clan quickly rebuilt itself. At the same time, it secretly sent out countless shadow guards to search all over the Central Continent for those fated ones with great fortune.

At first, Zhao Xiong and Ao Kun didn't notice this.

They thought that Mo Yuan, like them, had suffered serious injuries in that battle and would need at least a hundred years to recover.

However, in just half a year.

Mo Yuan rebuilt the Soul - Locking Hall with lightning speed and sent out a large number of Mo clan members to hunt down the Zhao clan members who were out on training and the beast tribes that had participated in the alliance in the Central Continent.

Caught off guard, the Zhao clan and the beast tribes suffered heavy losses.

Meanwhile, Mo Yuan announced.

He wanted to fight Zhao Xiong and Ao Kun again, the same ones from half a year ago, to avenge his five brothers. The battle was set at the former ruins of the small world of the Flame clan.

Zhao Xiong and Ao Kun were also filled with anger and readily agreed.

However, this battle was completely different from the one half a year ago.

Even when they joined forces, they couldn't defeat Mo Yuan!

Helplessly, at the cost of suffering severe injuries and taking Mo Yuan's full - force blow head - on, Ao Kun bought a moment of time, allowing Zhao Xiong to have the opportunity to use the immortal - way magical artifact left by his ancestors. They severely injured Mo Yuan and sent him flying millions of miles away. Then the two took the opportunity to escape, dragging their new and old injuries back home.

In just half a year, the gap had become so huge.

Once their peer in strength, now they could barely hold their ground even when they joined forces.

How could Zhao Xiong and Ao Kun not be shocked?

Only then did the two realize that the reason why the Mo Clan had suddenly sent so many people to hunt down the fated ones was not just for fun, but that there was some way to utilize them.

But it was already too late to realize this.

Mo Yuan had grown into a powerful force.

The Zhao clan and the beast tribes had no choice but to retreat to their own bases, recalling the clan members who had occupied the lands of the other five families. They relied on the ancestral protective formation of the Zhao clan and the abandoned spiritual stones that Ao Kun had brought to protect themselves.

Fortunately, as the Mo clan members carried out large - scale massacres.

Whether they had great fortune or just considered themselves a bit lucky, people would do their best to hide themselves and avoid being exposed. Coupled with the secret obstruction of the Zhao clan, the growth rate of Mo Yuan was greatly slowed down.

But this was only a temporary measure.

Everyone knew that perhaps when all the sons of fate perished, it would be the moment when Mo Yuan reached the pinnacle. Moreover, it was even more likely that he would carry out a indiscriminate massacre, killing everyone. As for why he didn't do so now, it might be because he was afraid of encountering some hidden old monsters in the world.

The Central Continent was completely enveloped in a gloomy cloud of deathly silence and fear.

And just then.

In the Central Continent, where people were already in a panic and on tenterhooks, amidst the raging flames of countless wars, there was a figure in white fluttering gently on this land filled with fear.

"Little Junior Brother, aren't we really going to help?"

Chu Jinghong, who was following behind Ye Shu, swept his eyes over the devastated land full of the dying, his eyes full of pity, and couldn't help but ask.

"Along the way, we've also heard some news."

"If Mo Yuan is allowed to kill all the sons of fate, the Central Continent will probably be devastated. And you are the top target for the Mo Clan to eliminate. Although you're considered dead in their eyes, who knows if the means of the immortals can find you? Moreover, all your female confidants are in the territory of the Zhao clan."

"Aren't you afraid that..."

Chu Jinghong trailed off, hesitating in his steps.

However, Ye Shu was calm and continued walking silently in front. When he heard Chu Jinghong's words, he only slightly slowed down his pace.

He didn't turn his head, just replied calmly.

"I know what you're worried about, Senior Brother Chu. But what I want to say is, Mo Yuan isn't important."

"Right now, the most important thing is to go to the Demon Cult."

"Mo Yuan isn't important?"

Chu Jinghong was stunned, not understanding his meaning.

Even though he knew that his little junior brother was in an extraordinary state and his state of mind was saint - like, Mo Yuan was currently the de facto number one in the world. Speaking so boldly seemed rather overconfident.

But seeing Ye Shu keep walking, he quickly caught up.

"Hey! Wait for me!"

...

Ye Shu was quite familiar with the location of the Demon Cult. The two of them walked all the way until they reached a more desolate and barren area than the surroundings, with few people in sight. This was where the Demon Cult was.

"Who goes there?!"

As soon as the two of them stepped into the territory of the Demon Cult, several black figures immediately emerged from the shadows, staring at them warily. The leader had a cold look in his eyes, but the moment he saw Ye Shu, his expression suddenly became extremely shocked.

"Saint, Holy Son! Weren't you dead?"

He rubbed his eyes, afraid that he was seeing things.

This figure, expression, and temperament were exactly the same as the portrait passed down in the Demon Cult.

"It's really you, Holy Son! You're still alive! If the Cult Master knew this news, he'd be very happy!"

Ye Shu: "..."

Chu Jinghong: "..."

"Little Junior Brother, do you have such prestige in the Demon Cult?" Looking at the fanatical Demon Cult disciples in front of him, Chu Jinghong couldn't help but secretly transmit his voice.

Ye Shu didn't reply, looking calm.

In fact, he had absolutely no idea why this was the case. But in order not to look as confused as he felt, he decided to keep a low - key for now and see what was going on.

"Um."

He nodded slightly.

"First, take me to the Saintess's residence, and then find Aqi for me. I have something important to discuss with him."