Chapter 1032: Chapter 601: Sharing the Burden (Part 2)
At this moment, everyone was in a stupor, a sense of desolation spreading.
How many times has it been already? Could it be that the Worm Tao truly cannot emerge into the world?
Even if it’s just a small Saint level Worm, it would be wonderful!
"Where, exactly, is the path?"
They have not forgotten that two years ago, a world-destroying aura swept through from the small world.
If even a thread of that aura had emerged, the sky of the small world would have crashed down, and all efforts turned to ashes.
It was an aura that sent chills down the spine, even across endless distances, one could feel that heavenly might!
And the one who created such a terrifying aura is their Human Race’s greatest nightmare—the Creation Emperor.
"If the sky falls, there’s someone tall to hold it up."
Hong Yuan, with his back to everyone, commanded a new Worm of the first stage, his voice calm: "Just keep working hard, everything is on me!"
A cool breeze blew through, bringing a refreshing feeling, soothing the restless hearts of everyone.
A sense of calm spread throughout the scene at this moment.
Thus, under Hong Yuan’s guidance, this group of remaining Human Martial Saints continued striving.
They either went to create an environment for the Worm to live or cultivated corresponding poisons, fires, and so on.
In the far rear.
Lin Yiru and Mo Yue’er stood side by side, watching Hong Yuan with great concern.
They also wanted to join, but they understood that without a necessary reason, Hong Yuan would absolutely not allow them to participate.
Because the Worm Tao was not yet formed, only a shadow of it existed, and the danger within it was difficult to control!
The next day in the late night.
On the Rainbow Fire Peak, a courtyard with beautiful scenery.
Lin Yiru, feeling troubled, stepped out, reaching a small valley from within the courtyard.
The next moment, the ethereal sound of silver ornaments clashing echoed throughout the small valley.
Lin Yiru stood before the lake in the small valley, gazing at the reflection in the water.
In the water, was reflected a priestess in a blue dress with an elegant demeanor, a delicate face full of sorrow.
"Yuan..." somehow, she whispered softly.
Then, she pressed her lips tightly, remaining silent.
Except that her right index finger was already gently pinching.
Instantly, a small storage bag appeared in front of her, she gazed at the small storage bag, her eyes dark and difficult to read.
This small storage bag was exactly the item she threw to Hong Yuan hundreds of years ago, only to have it returned by Hong Yuan.
On the other side.
In a boudoir on the Rainbow Fire Peak.
Moonlight fell, circulating outside the window.
Mo Yue’er stood alone at the window.
At this moment, she held a painting in her hand, illuminated by the moonlight.
This painting was specifically made by Hong Yuan when she was a child.
The painting included Master Lin Daoyan, Elder Zhu Wushang, Little Uncle Hong Yuan, and even her parents holding her little hand.
It is the very origin of the Rainbow Fire Peak Lineage, a big family!
"Little Uncle, I have grown up; I can help ease your troubles too."
Under the moonlight, Mo Yue’er, dressed in a wide white palace gown, her skin was like snow, unparalleled in beauty!
...
When Hong Yuan took a brief respite from Worm Tao matters and returned to the Rainbow Fire Peak, Lin Yiru and Mo Yue’er seized this opportunity in unison.
They expressed their desire to be involved in the affairs of the Worm Tao faction.
"Yuan, I want to participate in exploring the great matters of the Worm Tao faction."
"Little Uncle, so do I."
White Frost Stone House, a silence enveloped.
Hong Yuan, who was dining, paused.
He raised his head, looked around, and met Lin Yiru and Mo Yue’er’s gaze.
Usually, his gesture would have Lin Yiru and Mo Yue’er temporarily avoid. But today, their gaze was more determined than ever before.
The light shining in their eyes made even Hong Yuan take a step back.
Regarding the exploration of the Worm Tao faction, in truth, it was merely Hong Yuan’s fantasy, a personal aspiration.
After all, he was the Great Dream Emperor, destined to become the ultimate existence of the Supreme Grandmaster of all factions.
And in the hidden small world, the worry among the Human Race about the Creation Emperor destroying everything would not happen.
Because Hong Yuan was not only the Great Dream Emperor but also the Creation Emperor.
However...
"Let’s eat first, or else it will get cold."
Hong Yuan squinted with a light smile, his chopsticks turning as he served dishes to the two women.
Immediately, in the midst of the two women’s nervous mood, the dishes were consumed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In truth, the three of Hong Yuan were already Saints, fasting was just ordinary for them.
While they were indeed eating, it was more about a habit, a warm atmosphere.
Half a quarter-hour later.
Hong Yuan stood up tall, and strode away from the wooden platform.
Lin Yiru and Mo Yue’er exchanged a glance, their expressions communicating.
The two women bit their lips, making a firm decision, immediately following, chasing after Hong Yuan.
Outside the White Frost Stone House, there was a lush bamboo forest.
This bamboo forest was arranged just as it was hundreds of years ago, when Hong Yuan’s Master Lin Daoyan was here.
The dense green bamboo lined the paths in two neat rows, the emerald leaves gradually enclosing at the top, forming an arched "roof".
The intense sunlight and the scorching heat of late summer were thus kept out, and no matter which corner you walked to in this area, you could never see the landscape beyond ten meters ahead.
The towering green bamboo concealed the entire White Frost Stone House within them, curves led to paths, paths led to the sight of bamboo everywhere.
Within the bamboo forest, Hong Yuan moved with a Dragon Tiger Stride, his figure illusionary.
