Chapter 2398 There is a long way to go

The elders in the hall immediately turned their gaze to Chu Mo.

Although the God Race has many exceptionally talented individuals, there is only one person who is truly qualified to compete in this prosperous era, and that person is Chu Mo.

No matter how much they argue, they can't avoid mentioning Chu Mo. Therefore, his views are extremely important, affecting the future development of the clan, and even its survival.

A sea of ​​eyes converged on him, making it impossible for Chu Mo to remain silent any longer. He raised his eyes, glanced around, and met the clan leader's gaze: "I have no particular thoughts; I will follow orders."

The clan leader's eyes were very sharp, trying to see through Chu Mo's thoughts. He stared for a few breaths but failed to detect any useful information: "Alright!"

Despite being stuck at the peak of the Quasi-Emperor realm, Chu Mo actually possesses formidable strength comparable to some Emperors.

If he hadn't been defeated by Chen Qingyuan back then, his achievements would have been extremely high. Given enough time, he could definitely reach the peak of the Emperor Path, and might even touch the threshold of the Immortal Path, with a real probability of reviving the Divine Race.

Unfortunately, this era belonged to Chen Qingyuan.

In the eyes of the higher-ups of the Divine Race, after being overshadowed by Chen Qingyuan, Chu Mo lost his determination and perseverance to climb to the top. In short, a crack appeared in his Dao heart.

Strangely, the high-ranking members of the Divine Race used their most precious treasures to examine Chu Mo's Dao Heart multiple times, and found no signs of damage.

In recent days, Chu Mo's energy and spirit have recovered to their best state, but he has lost his former fighting spirit.

Unable to find any problems, the high-ranking members of the Protoss race simply assumed that Chu Mo was still in a bad mood and didn't pay much attention to it.

"Please speak freely and discuss how to fight next!"

The clan leader faced the group of high-ranking officials, his face expressionless, exuding an imposing aura without anger, his voice hoarse yet magnetic.

With the clan chief's words, the elders no longer held back and continued to express their opinions.

Immediately, the hall became noisy again.

Chu Mo's lips were pressed into a straight line, his expression indifferent and cold. He seemed out of place among the others in the hall.

Before his defeat, he was like a ruthless puppet machine, living with only one thought: to fight with all his might to reach the top and restore the glory of the gods.

He was born millions of years ago, nurtured by the blood pool of his ancestral land. He had no father or mother, and was born with knowledge.

The gods had repeatedly deduced that Chu Mo at that time was still lacking in experience and had no hope of reviving his race. Furthermore, the timing was wrong; he should not enter the world.

Therefore, the gods used a forbidden technique to seal Chu Mo's life force, causing him to fall into a deep sleep until the arrival of a prosperous era.

Despite all their careful planning, they never expected Chen Qingyuan to appear, causing the gods' years of scheming to come to naught.

After his defeat, Chu Mo slowed down for the first time, took in the scenery along the way, and experienced a subtle change in his mood. It was the first time he had rested, the first time he had contemplated life, and the first time he had enjoyed life.

Watching the heated discussion among the clan's higher-ups, Chu Mo's face remained expressionless, but a sense of bitterness welled up inside him: "I... had no choice."

He used to be an emotionless machine. Now, he has become a person in the truest sense.

Regardless of what Chu Mo thought in his heart, he had to give his all for the God Clan, including his life.

This is his destiny, and it cannot be changed.

"We can't let the Divine Child get involved; the danger is too great. With the Divine Child's current strength, once he's targeted by a top-tier being, he's doomed."

"Head to the Boundary Sea to seek enlightenment!"

"Only by finding a way to make the divine son rule the world can we seize the elusive opportunity for immortality."

"Only by ascending to the throne can there be a successor."

"Seconded."

The elders were in unison: Chu Mo should first prove his Dao and become emperor.

If he can't get past this step, no matter how talented Chu Mo is, he will never be able to reach the real top.

"The road to China is blocked; we must go elsewhere."

Finding a relatively stable world where no new ruler has yet emerged would not be difficult for Chu Mo, given his abilities.

"This is an unprecedented era. Only by risking the entire foundation of our people can we find a glimmer of hope and turn danger into safety."

Nowadays, the leaders of the Protoss do not aspire to revival; they only seek to overcome the crisis and ensure the continuation of their race.

Only by striving to live can there be hope.

"If we do a thorough calculation, we should be able to avoid many of the dangers in the Boundary Sea."

To ensure that Chu Mo's path to becoming emperor proceeds without any mishaps, the Divine Race will do everything in its power and spare no effort.

"Row!"

The clan chief, with a solemn and dignified air, made the decision.

Then, the group discussed the details in detail. During this time, they mentioned something that could drive any powerful person in the world mad.

Fragments of Immortal Bones!

The gods have existed for tens of millions of years, and the number of immortal bone fragments they have collected exceeds the size of a palm.

Years ago, Chen Qingyuan was unaware of the path that formed its own lineage. He wanted to ask the gods for a fragment, but was refused.

Chen Qingyuan had originally intended to win people over with virtue, hoping the gods would willingly offer him a piece. However, after learning some secrets, he abandoned this plan.

Forging your own path is crucial.

Despite the numerous difficulties, if we succeed, our future achievements will be limitless.

"When one attains enlightenment, refining the immortal Dao essence within the immortal bones may create an extraordinary foundation for the Emperor's path."

Someone suggested.

Everyone nodded in agreement: "Yes."

The gods have relatively detailed records regarding the fragments of immortal bones. In ancient times, a powerful member of the gods attempted to refine these fragments and indeed, it significantly enhanced his strength.

It has significant effects, but also has major side effects.

Fragments of immortal bones carry forbidden and unknown immortal Dao charm; if one's personal strength is insufficient, one is very likely to suffer backlash.

Over six million years ago, Zhi Xi ushered in an era of three emperors reigning supreme. She relied on a wisp of Daoist essence from a fragment of an immortal bone to reach a height that countless powerful individuals could not reach even with their entire lives' efforts.

"Divine Child, the task ahead is arduous and the road is long!"

An elder suddenly looked at Chu Mo, entrusting the future of the clan to him.

Then, the others looked over, with a mixture of awe and anticipation.

"To the best of one's ability."

Faced with the hopeful gazes of the crowd, Chu Mo's answer was quite clear.

After years of preparation, the Protoss launched their plan.

Chu Mo left the Sea of ​​Illusion and prepared to head towards the Sea of ​​Chaos.

Before leaving, he gazed deeply at the borders of China. He wondered what kind of scenery he would see upon his return.

Whoosh!

After more than ten breaths, Chu Mo, carrying the abundant resources of the Divine Race, continued on his way alone.

The future of the gods depends on how far Chu Mo can go.

A new storm is brewing, and the Protoss leadership knows they can no longer hesitate and must act quickly to avoid becoming pawns in someone else's hands.

"We're counting on the divine child."

The clan leader and the others gazed in the direction Chu Mo had left, their hearts heavy.