858: C858 The Curse of Ren Zu

C858 The Curse of Ren Zu

Lin Mo nodded his head. This question was inevitable.

The more capable a person was, the more ambition they would have with their own abilities.

Those cats and dogs that had cultivated to the Divine level with great difficulty already couldn't wait to go to the Divine Continent to enjoy their blessings. With the great ability of Black Robe, how could he be willing to stay on the continent and be a silent pawn?

Those who were reborn had the ability to surpass the Divine level. As reborn beings who were six times stronger, how could the black-robed Heavy Ming not have the ability to set foot on the Continent of Gods?

Lin Mo even felt that if Black Robe was able to spend time researching other ways to become stronger, he might even have a chance to break through to the level of a watchman.

"Hehe, nothing is as simple as you think. Although my ability is the strongest out of the seven, I am also the only one with a limit.

As the scattered power of the Ancestral Faction, every single one of us is considered strong. However, the strongest one here is being oppressed by the Ancestral Faction. The existence of the Seven Ultimate People is to maintain the normal operation of the entire continent, not to let humans rule over it.

So I can't do anything too big, not even what the other six can do.

The only reason I exist is that I can maintain the balance of the situation and allow the continent to continue functioning normally if something major happens one day.

The other six people all had a lifespan limit. Almost every hundred years, they would change it, except of course for those who didn't want to die.

But I am an infinite being, and that is to say, I have endured all these years of loneliness by myself. "

The black-robed man said in a bright voice.

Although there was no anger in his tone, Lin Mo could tell that there was a huge amount of resentment in his tone.

It was no wonder that the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. Ren Zu left a supervisor behind after his death to continue his mission, but did not consider the feelings of others in the same heart.

Black Robe, Zhong Ming, had said many things about the ancient times. It had been countless years since then.

In all these years, the other six people were still okay, but every time, after a hundred years, they would change a group and their memories would also be completely erased, as if they were alive again.

However, people of the same heart had to endure endless torment year after year.

Although he was similar to a watcher, a watcher could at least pry into interesting things in other worlds, and could even get himself a television set to play on.

But for someone of the same heart to spend a year and a year in loneliness and boredom was no different from torture.

Perhaps that Lord Ren Zu was simply overthinking things, which was why he inadvertently left such a painful memory in the minds of others.

"But it's a good thing. In this long river of time, I've gradually found a way."

As the black-robed man spoke, he suddenly revealed a strange smile.

Lin Mo's back was chilled from his smile and he could not help but furrow his brows.

"This mission is placed on me. As long as I exist, the restriction on me will never end. What if I create another person?

Many years ago, I began to study how to remove the restrictions on myself. Through constant experimentation and research, I discovered that I could create a second self, and then transfer my soul to him bit by bit. Naturally, the restrictions would also be transferred to another me.

However, that was a restriction Ren Zu had said she would give herself, and it wasn't something that could be removed that easily.

I have gone through many experiments and have continuously moved on for many years. This is why I was able to create a third of my current self. Correspondingly, I can also unleash a third of my strength. "

The black-robed man looked at his hands and gradually became excited.

A third of his strength?

Lin Mo recalled the moment when he was playing with his five meteorites like a stack of dice. He could not help but shiver.

Such strength was actually limited by more than half?1

But then he thought about it. Lin Mo was completely relieved. If someone of the same heart possessed all the abilities of the other six disciples, then he himself would be equivalent to Ren Zu.

With Ren Zu's strength, it was indeed reasonable for him to do such a thing.

"So, the you that I know, the you that you said you created to help you share the restrictions?"

Lin Mo asked.

"Presumably, it's him. In all these years, I've never used my ability on him, so after leaving behind a memory that belongs to him, I directly left. Although I can share his vision, in order to prevent him from detecting any abnormalities in my body, I've never used it."

The black-robed man nodded.

"But why? You have already found a way to get rid of this restriction, so why should you help those who have been reborn to build a god in this place? "

Lin Mo asked in confusion.

"Ren Zu's limit is not something that can be removed so easily as you think. After so many years of trying, I found out that the greatest limit is this one third of my energy. As for the other parts, they can only be used when I need to fulfill my duty.

Do you know what that feels like?

You have three buns in front of you, and after eating all three of them, you can burp contentedly. However, you can only get to one of them, while the other two are far away from you.

As the saying goes, people don't want to be themselves. Heaven destroys the earth. Although I have my own responsibilities, this doesn't stop me from pursuing what I need.

Ren Zu once said that there was a huge hidden power in the entire Primal Chaos Continent. If I could use that power, I think I can break through the limits of Ren Zu and live my own life. "

Black Robe did not cover up his thoughts at all. He told Su Hao everything that he was thinking.

"What hidden power?"

Lin Mo asked subconsciously.

"I don't know either."

The man in black shook his head.

Lin Mo subconsciously thought that Han Li was lying to him, but after some thought, he gave up on that idea.

For someone like him, there was no need to play any tricks. Sometimes, strength could represent everything. Even if he told Lin Mo all of his thoughts, it would be difficult for Lin Mo to have any effect on him.

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