Chu Mo looked at the two of them, feeling both amused and helpless. Even though they were just incarnations, it did not diminish his reverence for them.
Taishang Wuji, Immeasurable Buddha, in this Tunnel World, are truly the supreme beings!
Yet now, the two of them declared that Chu Mo... is their hope. This made Chu Mo feel as though the burden on his shoulders had grown immensely heavy.
"Your blade has a significant origin." The old monk, at this time, looked at Chu Mo and slowly spoke.
Chu Mo pondered for a while and directly brought out Heaven Slaying, its blood-red blade exuding endless cold murderous intent. This was a true earthly weapon of destruction. He gently caressed the blade, and Heaven Slaying emitted resonating hums.
The gazes of both the old monk and the old Taoist focused on Heaven Slaying.
The old monk said, "It should be that blade."
The old Taoist nodded, "Indeed, if my guess is correct, it's this one."
