Chapter 232: The Parched God-blood

In the past, it was Lu Mo who sat in the room, looking out the window, quietly waiting for Feili to return.

But now, it had become Feili, waiting for Lu Mo.

The room was very quiet.

Quiet, and carrying a bit of coldness.

As time went on, Feili unexpectedly felt a chill.

It pressed down on her. The air, too, seemed to stop flowing at this moment, bit by bit toward her, and at this time she felt an indescribable oppression and loneliness.

“Cough, cough!”

At this moment, she had no choice but to deliberately make some sounds to resist this oppression and loneliness.

But the sounds she made were only temporary.

That loneliness…

Yet at this moment stretched so long it seemed to become eternity.

Feili raised her head and looked out the window.

Outside the window, the sunlight was bright.

Occasionally, passersby walked past, or children ran by playfully.

The liveliness belonged to them.

But she had nothing.

Was this…

What Lu Mo felt over the past few years while waiting for her to return? Feili thought.

Feeling that chill, oppression, and loneliness. Looking at the scenery Lu Mo had seen day after day in the past. She sat in the chair Lu Mo had once sat in.

It had only been a few days, and she could already barely stand it. Yet over the past few years, how on earth had Lu Mo endured it?

Feili’s gaze returned to the cake at this moment.

She stared blankly at the cake’s outer packaging.

Not long after, she pulled her legs back onto the chair.

She hugged her own legs.

Like a wounded little bird, she curled into a small ball at this moment.

She spoke softly, “Where… did you go?”

And at this very moment.

“The… culprit who caused my suffering?”

Lu Mo looked at the woman before her, showing an expression of disbelief.

Her injuries were caused by Mephistopheles?

To be honest, she did not really believe the woman’s words.

Her old man, although a bit of a show-off and a bit out there.

But she could clearly feel…

He really did care about her.

He would use his scant money to buy her pretty clothes and tasty snacks.

He would travel across mountains and rivers to suppress her injuries, searching for suitable exotic flames and a method to fuse exotic flames. For that sliver of hope for a cure, he would burn the midnight oil night after night, until… the night of her birthday. The fusion method.

“Yes,” the woman said. “But this is a long story. I will explain it to you in detail when there is a chance later.”

“However… what about that fellow Mephistopheles? Do you know where he went? I only saw you unconscious in the small town, but found no trace of him at all.”

“He left.”

Lu Mo hesitated slightly, then finally spoke.

“What?!”

This time, it was the woman’s turn to be surprised.

Immediately after, the surprise on her face quickly turned into uncontrollable rage.

“When did he leave?”

“Quite a while ago.”

Lu Mo answered without giving a specific time.

“Mephistopheles!!! You bastard! You dog! You beast!”

The woman was so angry she even cursed, “What the hell do you mean by this! Back then, you snatched Mo’er out of the family, and before leaving you said there was definitely a way to cure her! But now? You actually abandoned your lovely daughter and just left? What is that supposed to mean? What else can you even do?”

The woman was panting violently at this moment; that anger was real. Lu Mo felt that the truthfulness of the woman’s earlier words had risen a bit. It was almost as if the woman really was her aunt, raging at that good-for-nothing younger brother.

“Mephistopheles!!!”

She was almost angry enough to turn red.

That Mephistopheles had abandoned her back then was a fact. It was just…

Lu Mo still remembered the look on the man’s face when he put on his coat, opened the door, and turned back one last time to look at her. In it there was complexity, attachment, and deep love.

“Miss Jielio…” Lu Mo spoke, wanting to persuade the woman to calm down.

Upon hearing Lu Mo’s voice, Jielio only then noticed her own loss of composure.

“Ah, Mo’er, did I scare you?”

She immediately blushed as well and smiled apologetically at Lu Mo. “Sorry, I really couldn’t help but curse him! I’m sorry, because what Mephistopheles did was truly too much.”

You’ve suffered all these years. Then, looking at Lu Mo with a pained heart, she said, “Mo’er, are your injuries serious now…”

As she spoke, the woman reached her hand toward Lu Mo’s chest to examine the situation. “Come, let your aunt take a good look at how you’ve grown now, and your injuries…”

At this moment, Lu Mo suddenly retreated backward, her small hand instinctively blocking her chest.

Jielio’s hand grasped empty air.

The scene was extremely awkward.

The two looked at each other.

“Um…”

“Ha, haha… It’s fine, Mo’er, it’s your aunt’s fault. Your aunt knows you just woke up and no longer have your past memories, so you definitely don’t quite believe those things your aunt said.”

“How about… this?”

The woman suddenly clapped her hands, having thought of a good idea.

“Come in.”

As she spoke, her tone now carried a trace of arrogance and coldness.

The maid outside the door also walked in at this moment and bowed to her and Lu Mo.

“There should be a bloodline token on the wing ship, right?”

“Yes, Lady Jielio.”

“Bring it here.”

“Yes.”

The maid withdrew. Soon, she came back in, holding a crystal carving with both hands.

Lu Mo saw what the carving looked like–

Red and blue crystal, layered at this moment, carved into the shape of flames.

At the very center of the flames was a broken sword.

The broken sword seemed to be a proportional replica of a divine artifact’s appearance.

The patterns on it flowed, and unexpectedly at this moment gave off a faint, almost imperceptible divine intent!

“This is–“

Lu Mo was stunned.

A token like this was not something just any family could make! Even in the second Simulated Reincarnation, the eight great families of The Holy Sanctuary probably would not have such craftsmanship!

“This is our family’s bloodline token.” Jielio smiled. “A bloodline token has many uses. For example, proving identity, contacting the family, and preserving one’s life. Of course, it can also be used to verify one’s own bloodline.”

“God-descendant…” Lu Mo murmured.

The woman nodded. “That’s right. Mo’er, you and I both come from a God-descendant family–Muspel. Within our bodies flows the blood of that deity who governs flame–“

“Huh? God-descendant?”

Lu Mo was dumbfounded.

Was her background in the third Simulated Reincarnation actually this powerful?

But after all these years, why did she not feel even a trace of God-blood within her body?

While she was thinking, Jielio was not idle either.

She pressed her fingertip on the broken sword.

In an instant, her fingertip split open, and blood flowed down along the blade.

“–“

At this moment, the ancient divine patterns on the entire broken sword unexpectedly lit up and turned blood red!

The red-and-blue interwoven crystal instantly erupted with terrifying heat!

Divine intent and flame interwove and raged outward.

Seeing this, Lu Mo’s pupils constricted.

At the same time, a sharp pain unexpectedly passed through her mind–some hazy images flashed through her memory.

This heat, this kind of flame… she seemed to have seen it before! When? Where?

Lu Mo was about to try hard to recall.

But at this moment, the woman’s fingertip had already left the broken sword.

The blood was burned away completely, and the token also quickly fell silent.

“Try it, Mo’er.”

The woman wiped the crystal and handed it to Lu Mo.

Lu Mo pondered briefly, then soon, imitating the woman, pressed her fingertip on the broken sword.

Her fingertip was cut open.

A trace of blood dripped onto the token.

“–“

At this moment, the crystal also reacted.

It recognized Lu Mo’s identity.

But it did not, as before in the woman’s hand, suddenly erupt with divine intent and astonishing heat.

It merely…

at this moment, gave off an extremely dim firelight.

The token was resonating with Lu Mo.

Lu Mo naturally also knew her current condition.

She felt her chest and body resonate with the token.

But what she felt at this moment was not a kind of comfort.

Instead, it was a feeling of… drought and pain.

It seemed God-blood had once existed within her body. But her God-blood, her original power, on some day in the past…