Ch. 292 - Dark Primordials Wanting A Free Ride?

From the teleportation array in the Dark Corner, Xu Zimo arrived at the Mo Imperial Clan's transit station in the Endless Sky Sea.

This transit station had been inactive for a while due to Mo Feihai’s previous issues.

Later, the Mo Imperial Clan assigned a new elder to manage the place.

After staying there for a few days, Xu Zimo and Bluesoul once again stepped into spatial teleportation.

This method of traveling through time and space was indeed tiring.

During the trip, the two began talking.

"Do you know anything about the other sword fragments?" Xu Zimo asked.

"No, but when I was in the Northern Continent, I sensed a familiar aura," Bluesoul replied. "I think there might be a clue to a fragment there."

"Can you turn back into your fragment form?" Xu Zimo asked.

"Yes," Bluesoul nodded. "But I just managed to take human form, and I haven’t had enough fun yet."

"It’s inconvenient for you to stay by my side like this," Xu Zimo said. "You’d better return to your fragment form. I’ll let you out again when the time is right."

Bluesoul hesitated for a moment, but in the end, she nodded in agreement.

The two remained in the space tunnel for quite a while.

Xu Zimo realized that although she was a fragment of the divine sword, she had lost many memories.

She had no recollection of the Celestial Court or the man who once tended flowers and led this world into the Desolate Era.

Finally, after a long while, Xu Zimo stepped out from the space tunnel.

He was now back at the Mo Imperial Clan, once again in the Eastern Continent.

The moment he arrived, Mo Canghai came to greet him.

"How was your trip to the Middle Continent, Nephew Xu?" Mo Canghai asked with a smile.

"None of those so-called heroes are worth much," Xu Zimo shook his head.

"Then you must stay at our Mo Estate for a few days so I can properly host you," Mo Canghai laughed.

"Of course," Xu Zimo agreed.

……

Spring had walked away with confident steps.

Summer had arrived proudly, declaring its presence in the sky.

Spring faded, summer bloomed, and scorching sunlight covered the land.

Xu Zimo returned to the room Mo Canghai had prepared for him.

In the evening, after dinner, Xu Zimo leaned against the window, gazing at the starry sky.

The air had cooled slightly.

A gentle breeze stirred a few strands of hair on his forehead.

"Since you’re already here, stop hiding," he said softly with a smile.

As his voice faded, ripples spread through the space.

A figure in a black robe gradually appeared in Xu Zimo’s room.

Bathed in pale moonlight, the figure slowly lifted his head. His face was frighteningly pale, covered in deep purple curse marks.

"You people from the Dark Primordial Race really have sharp ears," Xu Zimo said with a smile.

The shadow was none other than Death God Qin, one of the Ten Death Gods of the Dark Primordial Race whom Xu Zimo had met before.

"You’ve surprised me," Death God Qin said calmly. "The Holy Son of the True Martial Sacred Ground."

"No, no, everyone’s just stunned by that title," Xu Zimo shook his head. "But the truth is, my achievements have little to do with my lineage."

"Does the cooperation you mentioned before still stand?" Death God Qin asked.

"What do you mean?" Xu Zimo asked.

"Are you referring to cooperation between the Dark Primordial Race and the True Martial Sacred Sect, or just with you?" Death God Qin continued.

"With me, of course," Xu Zimo replied. "But now I’ve made new allies. The Dark Primordial Race’s involvement is no longer necessary."

Hearing this, Death God Qin’s expression darkened slightly.

"Who?" he asked quietly.

"You don’t need to know that," Xu Zimo replied with a faint smile.

"I gave you a chance before, and you didn’t take it. You should understand that without my help, the Dark Primordials alone won’t be able to get that item. And in the Primordial Heartlands, almost everyone hates you Dark Primordials. No one wants to work with you."

Xu Zimo had originally planned to join forces with Dark Primordial to enter Buddha Burial Temple, one of the Ten Forbidden Grounds.

But they had hesitated. Now he had the support of Divine Gate, so he had leverage.

The Nine-Revolutions God-Tower Physique was hidden in the Buddha Burial Temple. It was critical for Xu Zimo’s breakthrough to the Empyrean Meridian Realm.

Naturally, he was determined to obtain it.

……

"With our help, your chances of success will increase," Death God Qin said after a moment of silence.

"I think you’re forgetting your place. If I let the Dark Primordial Race join now, it’s like letting you catch a free ride. Why should I?" Xu Zimo asked.

Death God Qin’s face turned grim.

Back in the Desolate Era, the Dark Primordial Race had ruled as a dominant force. Even in their decline, they weren’t used to being looked down upon.

But that item was far too important to them. They had plotted for several eras to acquire it.

They also knew that they couldn't get it alone.

"What do you want?" Death God Qin asked after a pause.

"Give me a Death God Token," Xu Zimo replied.

"Do you even know what you’re asking for?" Death God Qin’s face darkened further.

"See yourself out," Xu Zimo turned his back, gazing calmly at the moonlit night.

"You’re really cornering us," Death God Qin took a deep breath, trying to calm himself.

After a while, a token flew from his sleeve and landed in Xu Zimo’s hand.

It was forged from Black God-Iron.

On the front was the terrifying face of a fierce ghost.

On the back, a few eerie, twisted words were inscribed:

“Where all paths end in darkness, at the Bridge of Helplessness stands man.”

"When do we set out?" Death God Qin asked coldly.

"After I return from the True Martial Sacred Ground. In half a year," Xu Zimo replied.

"Make it quick," Death God Qin said.

"In a hurry, are you?" Xu Zimo asked with a knowing smile.

Death God Qin gave a cold snort and disappeared from the room.

Xu Zimo put the Death God Token into his storage ring and leaned against the window to sleep.

As for bringing the Dark Primordials along, it was just convenient.

If there was profit to be made, why not?

The night passed quietly.

At dawn, as the first light crept across the sky, Xu Zimo slowly opened his eyes.

The horizon had begun to glow, but darkness still lingered. The day was just breaking.

He jumped out of the window and walked across the courtyard.

The Mo Estate was still silent. Most disciples were still asleep.

But from one of the side courtyards came the sound of loud thuds.

Mo Chen was carrying a large stone on his back, doing frog jumps around the stone wall.

Each jump made his muscles and bones crackle loudly.

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