COUGH COUGH COUGH!!!
The moment Xiao Mo left the Hundred Generations Book, he felt the world spin around him.
"Gag!"
Xiao Mo braced himself against the floor, dry-heaving nonstop, but he couldn't throw anything up.
'Husband, you're back…'
'Xiao Mo… I don't want to go to the Du River!'
'Xiao Mo, do you know? Of the entire Vast Sea, you are the only one I desire.'
'Don't worry, I will definitely get the Dragon Thunder Liquid! I won't let you leave me!'
'Ruxue, do you think… this counts as growing old together?'
'Xiao Mo, as a Mortal Saint, do you no longer care for your posthumous fame?!'
Decades of memories flooded Xiao Mo's mind all at once.
His head throbbed with such excruciating pain that he wanted to smash it against a wall and end it all.
A full hour passed.
Only then did the sensation of his Divine Soul being ripped apart begin to slowly fade.
Xiao Mo lay on the floor tiles, drenched in sweat, his chest heaving rapidly.
