Planted a crooked melon and cracked date bomb?

He was not worried that it would go back on its word—if it dared play tricks, a mere turn of his thoughts would be enough to suppress it once more.

The logic could not have been simpler: no matter how intricate the scheme, before absolute power, it was nothing more than a paper-pasted wall.

Once the oppressive force dissipated, the great crab immediately felt its entire body relax. The ferocity faded from its face, and its expression gradually calmed.

Yet whenever it looked at Li Tian, its heart still trembled uncontrollably—despite the fact that the man before it was thin and utterly unremarkable.

It knew where the line was. Though it could not understand how such a frail body concealed such earth-shaking power, if it dared make another rash move, there would certainly be no second pardon.

To preserve its life, it simply extinguished every last trace of wishful thinking.

The disparity in strength was simply too great. Even if it truly hid at the bottom of the River of Forgetfulness, it might not be able to withstand this man's methods.

Rather than struggle in vain, it was better to behave itself and leave a good impression. Perhaps it might suffer a little less torment in the future.

It understood the habits of human cultivators all too well—they loved nothing more than subduing great demons like them to use as mounts.

"My lord, this old man bows his head in submission. Dispose of me as you please; I shall not utter a single word of objection."

Li Tian slowly walked closer.

Before he could speak, the great crab had already taken the initiative to lie prone, spreading all four limbs and assuming a desperate posture of "do with me as you please; I will not resist."

That left Li Tian