"This isn't right!"
Wang Wu abruptly stopped. The next second, he changed his mind, instantly withdrawing that Supreme Hair. He then swiftly took out the two pieces of Mud Turtle's shell—the so-called Heaven and Earth in a Jar—and placed the Supreme Hair inside. After that, he tunneled thirty thousand meters underground, took out dark iron, and forged it into a dark iron tomb. Then he returned to the surface and headed toward the place ahead where there was a wisp of Mortal World's Fiery Smoke.
He even abandoned the Companion Iron Essence.
Because, even now, he did not know—or have any guess—what he had overlooked, what loophole he had missed.
This was the most dangerous kind of unknown, the most impossible variable to measure.
So when it was time to cut, he had to cut. That Supreme Hair was immensely valuable, and the Four Clowns possessed heaven-shaking merit. He truly could not bear to part with them, but he had to do this.
Of course, the situation might not truly be so grave.
After some years, once he had genuinely grown powerful, he could still let them see the light of day again.
After traveling several hundred li, that feeling Wang Wu had earlier vanished. Everything around him looked normal again. He could even spot traces left behind by great demons above the third rank in some utterly unremarkable barren mountains.
Gradually, he also began to see traces of human cultivators.
Even the spiritual plants became more numerous. Everything was alive again.
Comparing the two, Wang Wu almost felt that what he had experienced earlier had been a nightmare.
But this situation had begun only a day ago. Before that, it had not been like this.
"So the problem still lies with the Four Clowns, or with that Soul Jade.