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Chapter 978 - Chapter 978 Chapter 617 Little Blacks Melancholy

Chapter 978: Chapter 617: Little Black’s Melancholy Chapter 978: Chapter 617: Little Black’s Melancholy Although these two old fellows, who together have lived tens of thousands of years, still haven’t figured out how Little Black managed to appear on the fifth layer of the Void God Realm without anyone noticing,

it doesn’t matter anymore.

Even if we take a big step back, this Python Emperor Brother may have an unclear origin, but from start to finish, he never did anything that harmed the Void God Realm in any way.

On the contrary, he even lent a hand to protect this spiritual world when they invited him to do so.

Even though the dark beings were stronger and more numerous.

In doing so, he had already performed a great deed.

If something were indeed to happen, both of them would surely be accompanied by karmic consequences, which is no laughing matter.

Karma, like the overwhelming might of heaven, under which the Ten Thousand Clans live,

gave rise to the four characters of “the cycle of heavenly justice.”

For ordinary beings, the force of karma isn’t quite as evident, even for those engaged in treachery or worthiness, in great evil or great compassion, because the judgment of karma has its own standards.

Even the powerful cannot control karma, let alone the myriad of creatures whose lifespan scarcely exceeds a hundred years!

However, the more powerful the beings are, the more evident the constraints of karma become, and the more they care about the force of karma.

The only difference is, after reaching the King level, one can break certain karmic bonds with a single word; ordinary karma cannot tie them down–only the powerful force of karma can pose a restriction.

Because of this, even though Little Black repeatedly emphasized, planning to deal with the maternal serpent alone, Grandpa Jing Bi and Bird Grandpa still rushed over to help.

Although they had been tangled up with those fleeing dark beings for half a day, and had been fighting for just as long, Bird Grandpa and Grandpa Jing Bi seemed to be in good condition.

Being assigned to guard this place in the old days, their strength was, of course, beyond question.

Yet, many parts of their bodies were already bleeding, and their clothes had become ragged and tattered.

But the most miserable was the Big Red Bird on Bird Grandpa’s shoulder.

The once brilliant crimson feathers, bright as a split-open sky, were now almost completely plucked, leaving only a few tail feathers hanging down near its tail–also on the verge of falling off.

Fortunately, this did not affect the fundamentals,

although it did look quite startling and pitiful.

“There are fewer and fewer beings in this world with such a sense of justice; we can’t let kind-hearted people suffer injuries over their good deeds,”

Watching the colossal figure battling with the maternal serpent in the sky, blood splashing and darkness enveloping, Bird Grandpa could not help but sigh.

The Big Red Bird on his shoulder nodded in agreement, but having almost all its feathers plucked, nodding only gave the Big Red Bird a feeling of desolation, as if it was cold on high, dancing and drawing a lonely shadow.

“With a three-sided attack from us and the Python Emperor Brother, we can surely suppress that dark being again–and also avenge the Python Emperor Brother.”

Grandpa Jing Bi responded in a muffled voice, in firm agreement.

He emitted a dazzling golden light all over, as if forged from the rarely-seen Immortal Gold, every move he made contained tremendous power.

In the continuous battles that had just passed, he had consolidated all his strength, pushing it to the current peak he could reach; still in that state, he was ready to strike with renewed effort to capture the Snake Spirit.

In their brief conversation, both expressed high regard for Little Black’s character.

In their view, to be able to leave behind the maternal serpent, Little Black must have fought with all his might, treating them not as outsiders.

Can’t you see, its body was rent asunder, and its abdomen was covered in a dense web of bloodstains. The wounds on its body seemed more dramatic and serious than theirs–had he not fought desperately, how could he be in such a wretched state?

That maternal serpent was previously trapped in the Temple, further bound by the Karma Iron Chain–no easy foe, on par with them during their peak.

This fact alone was truly admirable.

“What a vicious scheme… Although I don’t know where you got such pure blood from, your heart is even more vicious and ruthless than mine… Undeserving of the Python race…”

Looking at Bird Grandpa and Grandpa Jing Bi, who were eagerly advancing, the woman’s face changed imperceptibly, and realizing what had happened, her eyes filled with inexpressible resentment as she looked at Little Black.

Around them, the night was deep, like a fog stirred by dark currents.

Yet, even so, the maternal serpent’s gaze still flashed with a cold sharpness, very clear.

If glares could kill, she would have wished to flay the conceited Black Python thousands of times over.

Truly infuriating!

She first feigned weakness despite her strength, purposely displaying an image of frail helplessness, even approaching with the same excuse as the Red Python–all just to make her let her guard down a bit.

In reality, though, it was a case of the weaker pretending to be strong, desiring to work together with those two old immortals guarding the Dark Cage, to reseal and suppress her again…

Such a venomous heart, even contemplating it made her shiver to her core…

Ironically, she had just been considering the feasibility of forming a union of Dao companions with the other party…

Now it seems she might have gone foolish after being imprisoned in that Dark Cage for countless years; otherwise, why would such demeaning thoughts have emerged?

Little Black frowned, not quite understanding the maternal serpent’s train of thought, but did not bother to explain.

It naturally did not know the specific thoughts in the maternal serpent’s mind, but it was not interested in delving into it.

There was no need.

His master had said, “Don’t guess at a woman’s thoughts.”

Women, maternal serpents… although different in race, their nature should fundamentally be the same.