A moment later, Fang Zong crushed Zhu Youjian's head, let out a long roar, and the various energies emanating from his body made Bai Baixue take notice.

"How can the energy of a seventh-level spell master be so terrifying? Your energy is already purer than when I was in the Crescent Moon Cave!"

Ask questions directly; Bai Baixue never plays games or engages in frivolous practices.

"I don't know!" Fang Zong answered decisively.

Bai Baixue's past life was the Monkey King, Sun Wukong, a renowned figure whose fame resounded throughout the East and West. However, he couldn't quite grasp Bai Baixue's personality; perhaps he was just a troublemaker who would wreak havoc on the former Heavenly Court and also have a significant impact on the modern world.

He didn't trust Bai Baixue, so naturally he wouldn't tell Bai Baixue about his affairs.

Ninth Sister's secret was kept hidden in his heart, and neither Sophia nor Li Xiaoran ever heard him mention it.

Ignoring Bai Baixue's displeased expression, Fang Zong moved his wrists and ankles, feeling a special lightness in every joint of his body, as if he were about to fly out of the sky and reach the bright sun or even further away.

"Ding Dang! Congratulations to the Summoner for reaching the seventh level of the Shifting Walk (Demon), the Summoner has advanced to the seventh level of the Spellcaster and condensed a small world seed."

"Double kill! Congratulations to the summoner for obtaining Minor World Prototype (Gold) +8, Minor World Prototype (Wood) +13, Minor World Prototype (Fire)..."

On Jiu Mei's side, the rudimentary form of the supernatural power that Fang Zong obtained on the night of Emperor's Flowing Dew had a more direct way of being expressed. After putting away the Cloud-Tearing and Wind-Splitting Eyes, his eyes actually looked like a colorful kaleidoscope, condensing the five colors of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth.

This dazzled Bai Baixue and Zhao Xiao, who were both shocked, but said nothing of it.

Zhao Xiao and Bai Baixue were both gods in their previous lives, so they would not praise a mortal unless necessary. Fang Zong knew that these two were very arrogant, so he was happy to have some peace and quiet and experience his own power.

It's blurry, yet powerful.

The power didn't erupt within his body, but rather boiled within his brain, more complex and mysterious than he could comprehend in a short time. He only felt that his body and even his soul were in a state of rapid sublimation.

"I need to go into seclusion for a while," Fang Zong said.

Zhao Xiao nodded and went to drive, intending to take Fang Zong back to Dragon Valley. Zhao Xiao never truly considered himself Fang Zong's subordinate, but outwardly he behaved quite well.

Bai Baixue was even more decisive; with a somersault, she transformed into a flash of light on the horizon.

It didn't have the legendary speed of "traveling 108,000 li in a single somersault," but it still pierced through the wind and clouds, and only after the person left did a gust of wind whistle up.

Fang Zong watched the light fly away, then got into the car Zhao Xiao had driven. The car started and drove off along the mountain road, but once on the highway, it suddenly accelerated.

A cloud of dust flew away, but after they left, the light returned.

"Fang Zong, a mysterious mortal, and also a busy and ordinary person."

As Bai Baixue spoke, she stood there for a long time. Even after Fang Zong's vehicle had long since disappeared, she remained standing alone for several hours. As night fell, she touched her belly, which was now completely free of any excess fat, and walked out of the mess on the hill and into the deeper, darker forest.

The campfire burned warmly. "Fang Zong!" The girl lying next to him suddenly woke up.

"You're awake?" A voice with very complex emotions rang out from nearby.

Zeng Rou sat up. She blushed a little because someone had heard her call out a man's name. Even though she was a bit aloof, she was still a little embarrassed. Fortunately, the campfire made it seem like no one could tell.

Following the light of the campfire and the direction of the sound, she looked up and was suddenly struck by a breathtaking sight. Not far from her, a girl dressed in pristine white leather was picking wild peaches from a fruit tree. The girl's boots reached just to her knees, and she wore white leather shorts and a top that barely reached her navel. She exuded a clean, decisive, and efficient aura, and her fluttering eyelashes made her so beautiful that she herself was captivated.

"Who are you?"

"Bai Baixue, your... good friend."

Bai Baixue paused slightly, only saying her name and the words "good friend". She really wanted to call Zeng Rou "Qingxia" and also wanted to say that she was "Sun Wukong", but after the collapse of the Heavenly Court, the reincarnation of gods and monsters was very thorough. She was reincarnated as a woman, and unless she stopped cultivating, she would be a woman in her next life and the life after that.

Fate is fickle; so-called destiny is very fragile in today's world.