The Chaos Moyu throbbed heavily in his palm. It was no longer a lukewarm piece of jade, but rather like a frozen heart stuffed with a bank of impending, explosive apocalyptic fire. Deep within the body of the jade, a deep, dark purple light originating from the origin of the Heavenly Dao and a sliver of eternal, icy blue radiance from the bone-corroding old man of the Delusion Mirror were engaged in an endless battle, crushing, and devouring of one another. Both forces originated from fragments of the fundamental laws of the universe, yet one was hot and the other cold, one destructive and the other solid. The momentum of ice and fire continuously collided and tore at one another deep within its core. Every tremor and pulse felt like an invisible giant awl fiercely chiseling deep into Lin Moyu's heart veins connected to the Moyu, agitating his Dao Foundation and tearing at his divine soul.
A trail of blood, as dark as ink, silently spilled from the corner of his mouth, dripping down onto his boot tops, which had already been shattered and stained with the endless foul blood of ancient gods and demons when he trampled through the Forest of Eternal Silence Vines. He raised his hand, casually wiping across his lips with the pad of his finger, his movement imbued with a cold and numb stiffness honed by countless battles of life and death.
Ahead lay the core of the God-Forsaken Burial Mound.
Chapter 195