Cough, cough, cough!
A hoarse cough echoed across the earth.
This was a barren and flat land.
There were no flowers, trees, flying beasts, or land beasts, nor could any traces of life be seen.
It was not just devoid of life; glancing across it, even rolling hills, mountain ranges, and ravines were nowhere to be found—it was merely a massive basin and deep pit.
This deep pit was so vast that anyone placed within it would only feel as though they were standing on an extremely level plain.
Spurt!
A palm caked in mud and blood suddenly broke through the soil.
The hand gripped the rough ground, muscles and bones exerting force.
Spurt, spurt!
Star God Kua Fu jumped out of the earth, covered in a disheveled mess, his face and body caked in mud.
At this moment, his whole body was in rags, and his face and body were covered in wounds. These wounds were very fresh and still bleeding profusely, a large amount of blood flowing down his ankles onto the ground. The moment the blood touched the earth, it immediately caused the bare, crack-filled ground to become lush with green grass.
Star God Kua Fu glanced around and did not find the figures of anyone else. He raised his left hand, opened his palm, and closed his eyes to sense.
The next moment,
a wooden staff shot into the sky from the distant earth, then flew straight into Kua Fu's hand.
Boom!
Grasping the peachwood staff, Kua Fu forcefully planted it into the earth beneath his feet. He used a great deal of force, but the ground was not pierced; instead, centered on the tip of the staff, a clear radiance spread outward in a circular fashion.
Before long!
Ah!
This hurts me to death!
*Cough,