The voice of Mother Earth came from the leaves of the vine. "In the past, you had the favor of the ancient gods because everyone thought you had the ability to resurrect them. But now, Celestial Venerable Huo has made you lose this ability. Without it, you are just an ordinary human!"
The branches of the vine gently wrapped around Qin Mu's neck. There were spikes all over it.
With a flick of Qin Mu's fingers, the vines lit up in flames, turning into ashes.
The voice of Mother Earth was now further away and came from the crown of a large tree. "Celestial Venerable Mu, you have a glib tongue, and your mouth is full of lies, trying to win some time on your deathbed. You run and hide from place to place just to keep yourself alive. The reason you are late is that you know you are nothing but a rat who angles for fame! Today, I'll let you die here quietly and become nutrients for the plants."
