Chapter 1997
Before crawling into the Slippery Flesh Path leading to Kit's area, Han Dong uneasily glanced back in secret, observing the physical states of the two higher beings.
Walter stood outside the Source Pool, his gaze locked in Eye Contact with the Ancestor of Demons.
Han Dong had intended to send a message over, but swallowed his words instead.
Though he could not predict what might happen between them, the chance of a large-scale conflict was low... Once a conflict erupted between higher beings, this planet would undergo tremendous upheaval, and the banquet would inevitably be ruined.
From his earlier conversation with the Ancestor of Demons, Han Dong could tell that he valued Kit, his descendant, immensely—more seriously and intensely than most ultimate beings treated their offspring.
He probably would not do anything to destroy the banquet.
As for Senior Walter, he had only recently undergone a mental transformation in the deep sea, so he probably would not do anything excessive either.
The only thing Han Dong could do was pray silently.
He gradually shifted his attention back to himself and carefully inspected the newly constructed Septic Tank within his body.
He had the doctors and engineers create at least five layers of isolation barriers, ensuring that this chaotic source fluid was completely sealed inside and would not leak out and infect the world.
Recalling his insane act of sucking his finger earlier, Han Dong still felt a chill run down his spine.
If my body had failed to adapt and resist the transformation caused by the source fluid essence...
I would have completely Transform Into an Impure One by now... Every connection and identity I established within the Abyssal Demon Faction, as well as the foundation I built in the Black Tower, would all be lost.
*Whew! That