Fantasy: Start a Secret Pavilion

"Okay, now that you've decided, let's get started quickly."

Emperor Hantian said, seeming a little impatient.

But Mo Batian's eyes suddenly flashed with a glimmer of light.

"I would like to say a few words to Yu'er at the end, and ask your Excellency to wait for a while."

When Emperor Han Tian heard this, he immediately frowned, but he didn't say anything. After all, he didn't miss this half an hour.

As for Mo Batian, seeing that Emperor Han Tian was not looking at him, he quickly took out a small piece of pitch-black bone from the storage ring.

This bone looks very similar to the bone that Emperor Han Tian used to cut off the connection. The only difference is that this one is much smaller, only one third of the one used by Emperor Han Tian.

"Yu'er, don't worry, Grandpa Zeng will protect you for the rest of your life."

After saying this, he placed the bone on his heart and recited it silently in his heart.

"I am willing to sacrifice my soul to never reincarnate after death in exchange for the power to protect Yu'er."

An invisible force enveloped Mo Batian, just like what Emperor Han Tian was seeing at that time. The black bones turned into a small black hole, and a big black hand slowly stretched out from inside.

Then, a slightly older voice sounded in his ears.

"I will help you realize your wish, but after your death, your soul will fall into the endless abyss."

Hearing this, a faint smile appeared on Mo Batian's face.

"The good fortune of old age."

Emperor Han Tian turned his head and looked over, but he only saw Mo Batian smiling stupidly. He couldn't see the big hands, and he couldn't hear the voice.

Seeing nothing unusual, he didn't bother to look, so he turned his head back.

And shrouded in invisible power, the big hand raised a finger and pointed at Mo Batian's heart.

The big hand penetrated the chest, but there was no wound at all and not a drop of blood flowed out.

"Buzz~"

Mo Batian's heart suddenly trembled, and a black mark appeared on his heart.

"Heart-Eating Divine Curse, no matter which spiritual body occupies your body, it will be engraved and attached to it. From now on, you must protect your great-grandson, otherwise, you will suffer the heart-eating pain day and night."

Hearing this, Mo Batian looked at Mo Yu, with tears in his eyes but a smile on his face.

"If you are not in a hurry, sir, you can wait here for a while."

As Mo Batian spoke, his hand passed through Mo Yu's hair.

"My soul may be taken away by you soon."

After hearing the voice, he chuckled.

"Ha, okay, then I'll wait for you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Batian turned to look at Emperor Xinghan with a smile on his face.

"Sir, I'm ready."

Emperor Hantian looked at the smile on Mo Batian's face and couldn't help but sneered. He raised his finger and pointed at Mo Batian's eyebrows.

"Scatter~"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Batian's eyes immediately lost their brightness and became dim.

Then, with Emperor Han Tian's thought, the entire spirit body turned into a stream of blue smoke and penetrated directly into Mo Batian's body.

After a few seconds, Mo Batian's eyes slowly opened, and his already dim eyes once again shone with a glint of light.

"The peak of the ninth level of the Divine Light Realm is too weak, but in this world, the strongest can only reach this level."

After saying that, a sneer appeared on his face.

But before he could smile for long, Emperor Han Tian's face immediately turned gloomy, because he saw a familiar big black hand slowly come out of the black hole.