Chapter 56 Kunwu Sword! A Cross-World Fear: Su Ling Fishes Out the Creation of Cause and Effect
Gu Yuena opened her mouth, but found that she had lost even the courage to defend herself.
She doesn't deserve it.
All explanations, promises, and regrets are as light as a feather and utterly meaningless.
It turns out that not all supreme beings should be merciful.
It turns out that the true immortals, who regard all living beings as ants, are not just a legend.
The laws are merciless, and the great principles are impartial. That is all there is to it.
However, Su Ling simply looked at the female Kunpeng with a calm gaze.
"My affairs are none of your business."
His voice was very soft.
As light as a snowflake falling into a deep pool.
Yet every single word was crystal clear.
"This drop of blood is mine."
"I can give it to whomever I want."
He paused.
"That's none of your business."
The female Kunpeng was stunned.
She looked at Su Ling.
Looking at his calm face.
A complex emotion flickered in those cold, golden eyes.
"You are wasting a precious resource."
Her voice lowered slightly.
"And this drop of blood, regardless of how you obtained it."
"They all come from the lineage of the true dragon."
You should return it to its rightful owner.
She walked over and stood in front of Su Ling.
He continued speaking in the tone of an elder.
"Besides, she's a good-for-nothing."
"Any genius in the entire Nine Heavens and Ten Earths is ten thousand times better than her."
Why show such favoritism towards her?
She looked at Su Ling, her golden eyes filled with confusion.
She felt that her son might not have seen enough beautiful women.
I've got my eye on this thing.
This is a stupid dragon that has lived for hundreds of thousands of years and is only at the half-step Blood Refining Realm.
Waste from lower planes.
What makes him deserve special treatment?
Su Ling remained silent for a moment.
Perhaps Gu Yuena is indeed not considered outstanding.
Average talent, immature personality, and highly emotional.
If you put her anywhere in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, any genius from any holy land could easily outshine her by a wide margin.
But in any case, this is also an object connected to his system.
Moreover, although this silly dragon was causing trouble, it actually provided him with a golden bait.
That alone is enough for me to protect her.
As for the egg of the so-called True Dragon King mentioned by the female Kunpeng...
What business is it of mine how much merit he has rendered to the heavens and how much blood he has shed for them?
The glory of the true dragon king belongs to the true dragon king.
What belongs to Su Ling is his.
He obtained this drop of true dragon blood through the system.
He can give it to whomever he wants.
"I've never gotten anything back after I gave it away."
Su Ling's voice was calm.
He turned his head and his gaze fell on Gu Yuena.
Tears still clung to her small face, her silvery-white hair stuck to her cheeks by the tears, making her look utterly disheveled.
Its small body was still trembling slightly, its tail unconsciously curled up at its feet, like a stray cat shivering in a corner after being soaked by a downpour.
"Don't be afraid."
His voice remained cold, almost devoid of warmth.
No one can hurt you.
Gu Yuena was stunned.
She suddenly raised her head, her purple-gold eyes reflecting the boy's calm, almost indifferent face.
Those eyes were still so deep and distant, as if they held the entire galaxy.
But at that moment, she saw herself in that galaxy.
A small, disheveled, trembling figure.
Those eyes completely encompassed it.
Don't be afraid.
No one can hurt you.
These two sentences echoed in her ears, like a ray of warm sunshine piercing through the heavy gloom.
The burning emotions surged forth like a flood bursting its banks.
"Ugh—!!!"
A suppressed, broken sob escaped from deep within her throat.
The sound wasn't like crying; it was more like the final, desperate cry of a wounded animal.
She desperately covered her mouth with her hand, trying to muffle the sound.
It can't be stopped.
Tears streamed down her face like beads from a broken string, rolling down her cheeks in a rush.
She frantically tried to wipe it off with the back of her hand, wiping once, then again; after wiping twice, her face was covered in smears.
No matter how much I rub it, I can't get rid of it all.
"sorry..."
Her voice was broken and almost inaudible, filled with heavy sobs and a nasal tone.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."
She repeated those three words incoherently, as if she wanted to stuff all the unspeakable grievances, fears, and regrets into those three words.
"I really don't know... I really don't know who you are..."
She couldn't continue.
My throat felt like it was blocked by something, leaving only suppressed sobs.
The female Kunpeng stood aside, watching this scene.
A complex emotion flashed in those cold, golden eyes.
She didn't say anything more.
Because she knew that saying anything at that moment would only backfire.
Once Su Ling has made up her mind, no one can change it.
But deep down, she couldn't help feeling a little... angry.
Yes, angry.
Having followed him for so many years, I have shielded him from countless fatal blows, calculated countless life-or-death crises for him, and guarded against countless anomalies in the Divine Demon Taiji Diagram for him.
But he actually humiliated her like this for the sake of some beast she had only known for a few days.
Just then—
[Ding!]
A cold, mechanical voice suddenly rang in Su Ling's mind.
[Fishing trip was a success.]
[Obtained a top-grade innate spiritual treasure: Kunwu Sword.]
Legend has it that this sword was forged when Pangu, the primordial ancestor, created the world. Its spinal cord, infused with the boundless vitality emanating from the creation of heaven and earth, was nurtured within Mount Buzhou through three thousand divine thunderbolts and countless epochs.
This sword's edge can destroy heaven and earth, sever time and space, and restart an era.
[The sword energy possesses the following characteristic: it continuously corrodes the primordial spirit, posing a fatal threat to cultivators below the Saint level.]
[Evaluation: The progenitor of swords, defining the universe, its life and death are at its whim. Only those with immense spiritual power can wield it; the weak are easily devoured by its backlash.]
Su Ling: "..."
He was completely stunned.
Pangu, the progenitor?
Is it the Pangu I imagined?
Could it be that one from the primordial era?
He subconsciously looked down at the emerald green bamboo fishing rod in his hand.
The fishing line still hung in the pond, the water surface calm and still.
But his hand holding the fishing rod was stiff as if it were frozen.
He dared not lift the fishing rod.
He didn't dare to fish that thing out.
Pangu...
That being is the one that created the world and transformed into all things.
It is the origin of the primordial universe, the starting point of the three thousand Great Daos, and the root of all cause and effect.
Although he is now a Celestial King, he is considered a top-tier fighter in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.
But compared to the name "Pangu," what is he?
It's not even dust.
But here's the problem—
Is Pangu, the Great God, truly dead?
If he's not completely dead, then the karma associated with this sword...
What sent chills down Su Ling's spine even further was—
When his cultivation was weak, he probably didn't realize he had fished up the Divine Demon Taiji Diagram.
But at this moment, I can indeed faintly sense the existence of that world through the connection of cause and effect.
It's a feeling of "coordinates" being connected.
Now, the system has created a prehistoric world for him.
This thing might actually send the coordinates of the Perfect World directly to the primordial world, right?
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