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.