You know what, the paintings created by the artist are very beautiful.

The old bastard quickly averted his gaze and was about to continue approaching the Creator and the Self-Walker, but he stopped again.

There was no way, the two seemed to have a conflict and quarrel.

The self-walker, whose body was half plant-like, plucked several plump fruits from the branches above his head and beside him, and smashed them angrily at the high-level creator.

Accompanied by an angry shout:

“You lied to me, there weren’t any spirits born among these offspring!

They are of no use to us!"

The shout was sharp and piercing, neither male nor female, and had a very strange accent.

Puff~Puff…

The fruits fell to the ground and rotted into mud. It was obvious that the free-spirited traveler had put in a lot of effort.

However, these fruits seemed to be made of flesh and blood, and the rotten mud was filled with the fragrance of fruit and the smell of blood...

The old bastard calmly turned sideways and turned towards the bar without attracting the attention of the two men.

He wasn't surprised that the fruit contained flesh and blood.

From the words of the Self-Walker, one can easily draw the conclusion that those fruits contain the descendants of the Creator and the Self-Walker, and it is normal for them to have flesh and blood.

but…

The free-spirited person said "we".

This means she has companions.

And... spirits. She wants to give birth to "spirits" among her offspring, which will be of great use to "them".

What's the use of spirit?

This is wrong. Very wrong.

The old bastard leaned over and picked at the rubble of the bar, yelling, "Where are my legs? Find my legs!"

His face was exceptionally calm, but his heart was full of doubts.

Did the remaining walkers form an organization? Or... were immortals involved?

And... the believers who reproduced mixed with the other side...

Does it mean a new city? Or... is there some kind of divine influence here?

There are too many doubts...

On the other side, the Self-Walker was furious, but the high-level Creator did not show any anger. Instead, he moved closer to the other party and whispered in a low voice.

No one knew what agreement they had reached, but they left without even caring about the bodies of their so-called "descendants" that fell to the ground.

The old turtle found his legs and put them back on.

He did not check on his "offspring," leaving them to be devoured by the reveling devourers.

Because the self-proclaimed traveler just now said it very clearly, those descendants lacked spirituality and were completely useless, so he just watched it.

He just casually told the bartender a few words, then quickly went to his room, sank into the shadows, and began to sneak around.

The third-level "Shadow Mastery" allows him to "jump" between two disjointed shadows, as long as the distance does not exceed a hundred meters.

This vast wilderness is extremely restrictive, and the shadows you create yourself are also limited in scope.

But this was a human city, and he thrived like a duck in water.

He quietly tracked down the two suspicious God-given people.

Moreover, he has a huge advantage.

The authority of [Darkness] is in the hands of the evil god Shadow Lord, so it is impossible for high-level divine beings to exist in the corresponding path.

This also means that...

No one had experience dealing with a third-level Shadow Warrior; he was unique.

The old turtle took advantage of the cover of various buildings and jumped around in the shadows.

And that self-walker and creator was indeed not at all wary of the shadows in the darkness.