Volume 1, Chapter 131: Daybreak

A child, covered in filth with large, glowing green eyes, looked somewhat unsettling.

"Who are you?"

Montage quickly put some distance between them, looking at the other with a wary expression.

The child tilted his head to look at Montage, then walked straight to the mural and knelt before it in worship.

"..."

Montage found himself at a loss for words.

He was a living, breathing person of his stature, yet he was being completely ignored?

"Who is this kid?" Chen Fei asked, walking over and poking Montage’s arm.

The three of them immediately understood that something had been pinned beneath the giant ship. Because the massive vessel had been pressing down right there, it had completely masked the spiritual object's aura. It was only because Gao Can and Lü Zhuang had been busy dismantling the scrap metal, accidentally disintegrating the great ship, that this spiritual object was finally able to reappear.

Ye Bufei’s vision suddenly began to distort. Everywhere there were chaotic curves, blurred figures, and bizarre, grotesque sights; even Archbishop Tero had vanished without a trace.

She looked on with horror in her eyes, then squeezed them shut, terrified to the point of fainting.

Shaking his head, Li Fan continued forward, climbing over the highest peak and entering the vine-python territory.

"You dog." Several clan cultivators immediately swarmed Gao Dali, punching and kicking him. Unable to fight back, Gao Dali gritted his teeth, refusing to let out a single cry of pain.

Before arriving here, Fan Yaoyao had been worried that Nie Feng might arrive before her. She had told Miyamoto Shinichi, who was stationed here, to hold his position and hide in the secret chamber, instructing him to coat the keypad of the electronic lock with a sticky substance.

Once the nobleman grasped this logic, he quietly made up his mind last night. He decided to cling tightly to my powerful influence and chose to gift sixty percent of the garment factory’s shares to Zhong Yaoyao.

For thousands of years, no immortals had acted out—there had been no incidents like teasing a fairy or breaking a glazed lamp—so during this period, no immortals had faced any punishment.

The giant red shark’s massive body trembled, finally collapsing onto the ground in a pool of blood, dying amidst its convulsions.

"What... have I done..." Shaya looked at her own hands, now stained with blood. She threw away the wooden club in terror, her heart feeling as if it were about to leap from her chest. She scanned her surroundings repeatedly, but other than those gazes, there was absolutely no sign of Pest.

Long Fei toyed with the sharp sword in his hand, feinting twice in the air and leaving faint trails behind, then leaped forward to strike at Zhao Ming.

However, at this moment, facing the attack from the soul of this lower-tier god, the tentacles behind the parasitic seed of the outer-realm beast extended, coiling around the lower-tier god's physical body.

After dodging the descending stone staff, the Thunder-Flame Giant Python tried to repeat its trick, spitting several bolts of thunder-flame at the Giant Ape before whipping its long tail out to sweep at it. This time, however, its attack was ineffective.

This was because the bowl of soup had been meticulously prepared by Madam Zhong, and inside it was Shui'er's true energy.

But why, in his dreams, did he have such feelings? And that sensation was so strikingly similar to the feeling of touching Wan'er's belly.

"If you don't find the second half, you'll likely only be able to cultivate to the Primordial Spirit Realm. By then, if you still haven't found the second half, you'll have to choose another cultivation technique!" the Demon Spirit said.

The Demon Crane let out a sharp cry, flapping its wings to unleash a powerful sonic wave that knocked the extremely weakened Zhao Ming unconscious. With blood-red eyes fixed on the weapon above Zhao Ming's head, it let out a low growl at Cang Ming.

Although he had confirmed earlier that the statue contained no trace of a divine soul, he couldn't help but take another look.

"Go back? Why go back? To look at your second uncle's face? It's better to stay here and live freely," Xia Haitian said with a laugh, which also amused Xia Mingfeng.