After binding the investment system, I began to cultivate the empress

“I’m not alone…”

In the darkness, a ray of bright moonlight broke through the gloom.

Li Mo's twisted soul gained a brief moment of clarity, and he examined his situation.

What he is experiencing now is probably similar to the possession of one's body in a novel?

No, unlike possession, his consciousness will not be replaced, but will be assimilated, turning him into another person in terms of thinking pattern.

All this will happen after he swallows the bloody elixir of immortality.

But he couldn't control his behavior at all. He could only watch his hand pick up the elixir of immortality and try to put it into his mouth tremblingly.

His instinct for survival and his lust for power made him lose himself.

"Eternal life..."

"But I've already died once."

Li Mo closed his eyes.

He began to recall a few days ago, a booklet that was pressed under the big-headed doll.

It’s Bingtuozi’s diary.

Ying Bing didn't like writing this kind of thing before. She had experienced a life that was magnificent, lonely, cold and unremarkable.

But since she entered the Tianhuang Territory and worked from sunrise to sunset with Li Mo, she began to like recording her life.

"On my first day in the Phoenix Territory, I had no idea where he was."

"On the twenty-seventh day, I found him. He was still as stupid as before, but he couldn't remember me. No, hehe..."

"In the fifth year, he still didn't remember me, so I made him the hot pot he used to give me, and I imitated him in the Qiushui Pavilion, cleaning and washing clothes..."

"I noticed that the village chief's daughter looked at him in a strange way, no hehe."

"In the twelfth year, he turned out to be like this when he reached adulthood, but he was still a childish kid. Everyone else called me the village chief's wife, hehe."

“Hehe, no hehe, hehe, no hehe…”

"Hehe... Whenever I'm happy, I draw a smiley face in my notebook. He said I look pretty when I smile."

"..."

"In the fiftieth year, he is already an old grandfather, he has a white beard, but he is still a childish ghost."

"Li Mo is about to die of old age. I cried secretly but didn't let him see because he said I looked best when I smiled."

"Li Mo said he wants to see me again in the next life, and I will wait for him."

"The dungeon was having another festival, and he got the purple mask. He said he wanted to travel the world with me, and I agreed."

"But I haven't learned how to ride a horse yet. He said he would teach me. Does teaching by example mean teaching with words? I don't know, but my heart is beating so fast..."

"Huh? He read my diary?"

In the dim light, a figure with a softened face and a pen writing came into view.

At this moment, Li Mo's heart was completely calm.

He is never alone.

He need not fear death.

“Eat it and you will have eternal life.”

"You will live as long as the heavens and the earth, becoming the eternal supreme being. Isn't that wonderful?"

“Eat, eat quickly…”

That tempting voice is still ringing.

Snapped--

The old hand knocked away the bloody elixir of immortality.

The illusion before his eyes suddenly shattered, and a blood shadow was completely forced out of his body, dyeing half of the sky red with blood.

In the city of heaven, the situation changed drastically.

The crimson sky looks like God is weeping blood.

The blood shadow formed a distorted face in mid-air:

"Li Mo, do you know what you are giving up?"

It’s the Blood God!

Even now, He has not given up.

The Celestial Clan were in a state of shock and confusion, their aura and divine powers boiling, and they were extremely wary of the Blood God.

They now clearly know how terrifying this existence is. It is an existence from outside this world, which is difficult for them to understand.

Everyone in Mo City didn’t understand this and looked at Li Mo nervously.

Li Mo regained his consciousness. He opened his eyes and looked at everyone in Mo City.

"You can actually see through illusions."

"Your excellence astounds me. Now I sincerely invite you to live forever with me. You know, many brilliant beings have disappeared, but I am still here."

"To tell you the truth, the divine sword has been refined by me. You have no hope. The destruction of Tianren City is a foregone conclusion."

"If you are stubborn and refuse to change, you will only turn into dust. Beyond the nine heavens and ten earths, there is a greater world waiting for you. If you like the magic sword, both the sword and the Tianren City can be yours..."

The divine sword has turned completely blood red.

The sword arts of emperors and generals have already formed a deep-rooted connection with the Blood God.

in short.

Now one third of the magic sword is in Li Mo's hands, and two thirds belong to the Blood God.

"You have good conditions."

Li Mo suddenly spoke.

Everyone was shocked. Could it be that he was wavering and was going to give up Tianren City?

"Brother Li..." Dong Geyu's voice was dry.

Pojun took a step forward, ready to fight to the death: "This time, I misjudged the person..."

However, the blurry bloody face in the sky had no time to be happy.

"But, I refuse."

Li Mo's tone was firm and his determination could not be taken away.

"I never wanted to be an emperor, and I don't even want to practice swordsmanship."

boom--

With a dull thud, the anvil fell to the ground.

Li Mo's left hand did not let go of the magic sword, and there was a hammer in his right hand.

"Yan Rong, lend me your fire."

".....good."

Hearing this, Yan Rong was stunned for a moment. He didn't know why, but he subconsciously did what Li Mo said.

The flames instantly turned the anvil red.

"Li Mo, what are you doing! Are you going to destroy the magic sword?!"

The Blood God's questioning voice echoed in the sky, the bloody smell on the sword became heavier, and a bloody sword light emerged.

However, the indestructible sword could not hurt Li Mo at all.

He was in the firelight, but his whole body was covered with a layer of glazed light, and the sword light could not hurt him at all.

"I want to tell you what true eternity is."

The armor on Li Mo seemed to give him inexplicable power.

Yan Rong's divine fire seemed to be out of his control. The temperature did not rise, but it burned the divine sword red.

Then, Li Mo brought down a hammer.

clang--

Dazzling sparks burst out, like fireworks and silver flowers, illuminating the dark sky.

After so many years of accumulation, the Divine Treasure Hundred Refinements has become easily within his reach.

The sword deformed slightly, emitting black smoke and impurities gushing out.

Impurities are not on the material.

He and Du Wufeng had learned the art of soul forging, so what he was forging now was the spirit.

He doesn't want the sword rhythm of the emperor or the sword rhythm of kings, princes and generals!

"Since me, there has been no emperor in Tianren City."

hum-

Another heavy hammer came crashing down.

The humming sound of the divine weapon shook the sky, and the firelight illuminated the dazed faces of the Celestial Clan.

Under Li Mo's hammering, the blood shadow became fainter and fainter. No matter how he tempted, cursed, or ridiculed her, the hammer fell down one after another without hesitation.

The sword became more and more deformed, and gradually ceased to look like a sword.

His current skills, at least in forging this thing, are so amazing that he can be called a master craftsman.

After all, he had a lifetime of experience forging this stuff.

"What is Li Mo forging?"

Outside, Xie Yiding stood in front of the sword furnace, his heart pounding with the sound of forging weapons, and he couldn't help but feel curious.

"He's not just forging weapons, he also seems to be on the verge of a breakthrough in swordsmanship..."

Can blacksmithing improve your swordsmanship?

That sword master should be a blacksmith. He has never seen such a strange situation.

Du Wufeng walked out from behind him, his eyes flickered for a moment, and suddenly he laughed:

"Okay, okay!"

"Why does it have to be a sword when the divine sword is reforged?"

Xie Xuan murmured, "There is no sword in my hand, and there is no sword in my heart?"

Li Mo once told him about his confusion in this regard.

Xie Xuan felt that this illusory realm was most likely fabricated.

Without a sword, can you still be considered a swordsman?

But he always felt that Brother Li seemed to have found the answer now.