"Fellow Daoist, don't waste your effort. Conventional methods are useless. If you don't save me and keep running around blindly like this, sooner or later the Cold God will discover you. If you're lucky, you'll end up like me. If you're unlucky, you'll become a Myriad Longevity Immortal Pill for the Cold God to swallow."
At that moment, the strange voice actually rang out again from behind Wang Wu, as if it were only three meters away.
This was a bit troublesome. Even Substitute Cicada couldn't shake it off—what kind of technique was this?
Could it be that he had already been discovered by the Cold God?
Wang Wu remained silent, but he stopped fleeing. Recalling the eight hairs, he prepared to inspect himself from head to toe. He refused to believe this thing could be that damn overpowered.
Then the strange voice spoke again. "I know Fellow Daoist must be suspicious, and that is understandable. Do you still remember the Longevity Worm in the pill furnace? That was me. I have been imprisoned by the Cold God for countless years, treated like a beast of burden and forced to refine Myriad Longevity Immortal Pills for it. I had already despaired, never expecting to encounter Fellow Daoist. You can actually remain unafraid before the evolution of the Five Disasters, so I used a few minor methods, hoping only that Fellow Daoist might save me."
So it was that worm!
Wang Wu was taken aback, and the doubts in his heart lessened somewhat. He had indeed noticed earlier that the strange worm seemed coerced, as though it could not act of its own will.
Of course, that did not mean the worm was any good.
With that in mind, Wang Wu still said nothing. *If you want to persuade me, you'd