World Tree

After eating and drinking their fill, the campfire gradually dimmed, leaving only a few embers flickering in the night wind. The sound of the tides drifted in from afar.

Shi Jingtian lay sprawled on a soft mat, the Mountain Shaker Staff casually tossed aside. His round belly rose and fell with his snores. Drool hung from the corner of his mouth, and every so often, he smacked his lips and mumbled indistinctly:

"...Dragon Scale Fish... one more..."

Tu Jiao sat cross-legged nearby, circulating the Great Primordial Scripture to restore her spiritual power. Hearing the increasingly thunderous snoring, her eyelids twitched violently. She opened one eye, caught sight of Shi Jingtian's carefree sleeping posture, and could not help rolling her eyes. She cursed under her breath, "That damned baldhead sleeps right after eating, lazier than a pig. At least pigs know to grunt after eating. Him? He just starts snoring like thunder, like he's afraid nobody knows there's a beast being raised here."

After saying that, she took a deep breath and closed her eyes again. A faint earthy-yellow halo spread around her body as the aura of the Primordial Hegemon Body slowly circulated, drawing the surrounding spiritual energy into her bit by bit.

Lin Qingxuan and Murong Taxue sat side by side on a flat bluestone, both with their eyes slightly closed and their breaths long and steady. Earlier, they had expended a great deal of strength resisting the thousand-jin waves of Profound Heavy Water in the Boundless Sea.

Lin Qingxuan's Qing Ling Sword lay across her knees, its blade occasionally flashing with a clear, icy glint. Murong Taxue wore a simple white gown, and the aura of her Vast Cold Immortal Body unconsciously leaked out. Within three meters of her, even the air had condensed into fine ice crystals.