Chapter 327

Chapter 327: It’s a Bit Late

"It should be."

Star God smiled and said, "Actually, it’s understandable. Whether it’s the celestial officers, the dark chains, or the legacies left by the lineage of fate, most of it comes from the Eighth Era."

"In the Eighth Era, Shadow God was in power!"

"Although Little Shadow hasn’t fully grown yet, for those who grew up in the Eighth Era, Little Shadow’s status… is probably higher than all of ours combined."

"If we consider what the celestial officers think, they respect you and cherish you."

"But the you they respect was, at best, a subordinate of Little Shadow in the last era!"

"After all, the abilities of a true god in power get greatly enhanced. If there is a leader in every era, it must be the true god in power."

"So Little Shadow is essentially the heir of their leader’s leader."

Su Wen smiled and said, "Indeed, if we place Little Shadow in ancient times, she would be a true princess."

Star God let out a laugh and teased, "But we can’t say it that way, otherwise this era should be Little Shadow’s time to shine."

Beside them, Mo Xiaosu saw this scene and a hint of fear flashed in her eyes.

What was happening before her was beyond her expectations.

According to her thoughts, weren’t these celestial officers all connected to her brother, God of Martial Arts?

Why were they bowing to her?

"Little Shadow, don’t be afraid."

God of Theater noticed Mo Xiaosu’s emotions and comforted her, "Approach this situation with a calm heart; you will experience much more in the future."

"Your predecessors left you a vast legacy and loyal followers."

At these words, Mo Xiaosu tightened her grip on God of Theater’s arm and said, "You all don’t need to be so formal!"

At the same time, Shadow Knife hidden in Mo Xiaosu’s pocket shivered slightly.

Wasn’t it normal for everyone to bow to Great God of Shadow?

Although its master was not outstanding and was just an ordinary person, it knew that under the leadership of Great God of Shadow and with the legacies left from the previous seven eras, they had defeated the remnants in the battlefield decisively.

Otherwise, why would the remnants resort to petty tricks?

Who would want to engage in scheming when they could crush their enemies magnificently on the battlefield?

As for the opening of Ninth Age?

It was just a knife spirit; it didn’t know anything.

It was simply a bit confused.

From what it learned from its master, the remnants’ major battlefields had all been swept clean by Great God of Shadow. How did they fail in Eighth Era?

It didn’t understand!

"The dark chains… no, it should be called the shadow chains now."

Su Wen whispered, then furrowed his brow.

He suddenly remembered something—Little Shadow’s identity was so significant that even the dark chains, which oversee all living beings, were forged by the previous Shadow God.

How could Little Shadow have died in the previous sub-timelines?

Normally, given how fiercely protective the dark chains are, if Little Shadow were even injured in battle, the dark chains would have gone berserk afterward.

Could it be that in the future, the dark chains… also had problems?

Was it the work of the remnants?

He wasn’t sure, and he had no evidence to confirm this.

But do some things even need evidence?

For something as powerful as the dark chains, a super Artifact personally forged by the previous Shadow God, could the half-baked demigods from the Holy Spirit clan and the Ghost Spirit clan really handle them without the remnants’ interference?

The dark chains could wipe them out with just a sneeze!

"We were unaware of the Great God of Shadow’s arrival and failed to welcome you properly. Please forgive us!"

The two leading celestial officers stepped forward, bowed toward Su Wen, and then turned to Mo Xiaosu, speaking with utmost respect.

"You don’t need to be so formal," Mo Xiaosu said, waving her hand. "The God of Theater brought me here to broaden my horizons."

"And, incidentally, to help me advance my Level."

"Go about your duties; don’t mind me."

Hearing this, the celestial officers’ eyes moved, and they all turned their gazes toward the dark chains in the sky.

"Clang!!!"

The dark chains let out a sharp, intense sound, as if shouting, "Hurry up!

I’m allowing you to go!

Don’t worry about anything else!

Quickly!

The Great God of Shadow wants to advance—such a small matter shouldn’t require the Great God to handle it personally!

Isn’t it embarrassing that we, as subordinates, didn’t even think of this?"

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh…"

Piercing sounds filled the air as the seventy celestial officers vanished from their spots.

A few breaths later, they returned one by one.

In their hands, they carried various beings from the Arrow Realm.

Some brought Holy Spirits from the Holy Spirit clan, while others brought other Arrow Realm beings.

From the Third Level and Fourth Rank to the king level, from the first transformation to the ninth transformation of the king level, and from the lower tiers of the Emperor Level to the Emperor Level limit—every stage was represented by a large number of beings.

Even from the Ghost Spirit clan, a group of powerful beings at the Emperor Level limit was forcibly brought over, looking utterly bewildered and unable to comprehend what was happening.

Hadn’t the celestial officers’ punishments ended just yesterday?

Within the clan, the anger of the celestial officers was quelled by the fall of a Demigod.

They even witnessed the Demigod’s demise firsthand, and that sense of helplessness kept gnawing at them, fueling their desire to train harder and seek vengeance.

But before they could act, the celestial officers had already apprehended them.

What was this all about?

Had the celestial officers become so powerful that they could detect their innermost thoughts from a distance and strike them with precision?

What was going on?

Now they couldn’t even entertain such thoughts, could they?

"Great God of Shadow!"

"Please, accept our offering!"

The celestial officers spoke, and before their words could fade, a fierce killing intent suddenly erupted.

In an instant, it left all the beings from the Arrow Realm present weak and gasping for breath.

Whether they were low-ranking or Emperor Level powerful beings, none could resist such overwhelming killing intent.

The only consolation for the low-ranking beings from the Arrow Realm might have been the fact that they were dying alongside so many powerful beings they had never encountered before.

Emperor Level powerful beings, who usually stood high above!

But what good did that do now?

At this moment, weren’t they all just like meat on a chopping block?

"Little Shadow, go!"

The God of Theater encouraged, "This is the celestial officers showing their respect for you; go and accept it, then grow stronger!"

"No matter what, focus on gathering enough experience energy first."

Mo Xiaosu nodded and said, "Alright, God of Theater."

After speaking, she glanced at the powerful celestial officers before her, who held her in such high regard.

At this moment, under the watchful eyes of so many, she should have felt immense satisfaction and ease.

But in her heart, there was only sorrow, only grief.

So, her background was this strong!

So, she was respected by so many powerful beings!

So, she wielded such immense power!

But now, wasn’t all this power and these people arriving a bit too late?

If only they had come earlier, if only she had awakened sooner, if only the foundation and subordinates left by her predecessor had found her earlier, then… wouldn’t her mother have been spared?

Wouldn’t she have been spared from enduring so many beatings?

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