Keeping a snake was no easy task, especially one that could eat so much.
Bai Yujun recalled her days mooching meals on Shenhua Mountain. Her master had worried plenty about feeding the snake: special provisions from the dining hall, missing koi and white cranes, and the Failed Pills she could scrounge from Spirit Void Peak. Her master must have put in a word behind the scenes. Otherwise, at most, she would have eaten a few birds and mountain rats to fill her belly.
Now that she was raising an Ancient Desolate Fierce Beast, the Six-Winged Strange Snake, even after it had eaten High Persons equivalent to low-ranking immortals, it still cried that it was not full.
It probably wanted to devour the entire mountain of gold.
She slipped away silently and continued searching for isolated prey.
She concealed herself without a sound, approached, blocked all fluctuations, dealt a crippling blow from behind, then tossed them into the enormous snake maw—all in one smooth, flowing motion. The formations the prey habitually set up around their private residences became accomplices instead; the outside world could not detect what was happening within.
Four High Persons with a say on the golden mountain vanished without a trace.
The rest escaped disaster for the moment because they were handling matters elsewhere. Having eaten four prey, Six-Winged regained some strength, and its cries of hunger grew much louder.
It liked prey so delicious and nourishing. All of a sudden, it felt that sleeping for hundreds of millions of years had, in a sense, been a very good thing.
At the very least, the Myriad Worlds were now full of delicious food everywhere.
Compared to the Ancient Desolate era, once steeped in savagery and slaughter, the Primordial Main World had changed enormously. It thrived with vigorous prosperity.