It was the height of summer.
The moon shone bright and the stars were sparse; life teemed without end.
There were barely any roads. Dense grass and sprawling woods lined the way, and Sprites chattered and rustled everywhere, playing out every kind of joy and sorrow, union and parting.
Whenever Wang Wu passed by, he could not help but sigh.
Was this not like how cultivators felt when they passed through the mortal world?
He was no longer who he once had been. Even if these Sprites were delivered straight into his mouth, he could not be bothered to eat them. Eating them would only put excess fat on him and taint his body.
He raced onward, occasionally encountering Ninth Rank or Eighth Rank Patrolling Demon Soldiers. Yet they could not even catch sight of his shadow. The gap was simply too vast.
Although Wang Wu was nominally only a Sixth Rank bear demon, his true overall strength was already comparable to Ape Bupuo's from nine years ago.
He could thrash ordinary Fifth Rank minor demon kings with ease.
In short, trying to measure him by rank was asking for trouble.
As dawn began to break, Wang Wu sprinted three hundred li and successfully arrived at the foot of this mountain. He did not act rashly. Instead, he slipped directly into a forest at the mountain's base, leaned against a huge tree, and silently released his Companion Demonic Vine. In just a few seconds, it formed a vast patch of shade nearby, ensuring that no golden Spiritual Essence would fall there.
Because the Companion Demonic Vine would absorb it all.
This thing was becoming more and more useful. It was obedient as a baby, capable of feeding itself and even earning money to hand over.
Yet Wang Wu had not