The True Saint of Demon Heaven Palace turned back and said, "Looking at that expression of yours, are you hoping for something? I'll bolster the light of your mind. Beginners tend to have good luck—perhaps you really can fish up the miraculous treasure you crave."
"Forget it. Let nature take its course," Wang Xuan said. How could there be such a coincidence in this world?
Even within the same universe, it was as difficult as climbing to heaven, let alone crossing deep-space vortices and passing through one decaying universe after another.
Besides, if he happened to hook his father, he would probably be in deep trouble. Old Wang would very likely beat him half to death.
His father had originally been hiding perfectly well and had no desire to enter the Supernatural Center World. Yet Wang Xuan might just anchor him over with one hook—if not beat him, then who?
"There are countless galaxies. From the perspective of a universe, supernatural beings are as tiny as dust." Wang Xuan felt this deeply.
Forget the other multiple decaying universes. This universe alone was boundlessly vast. Without the Mysterious Mobile Phone by his side, even traveling was a huge problem for him.
"Eh? I really anchored... something." He was startled. His luck was absurdly good—another fish had "taken the bait." Did fishing novices all have such good fortune?
Then he felt somewhat uneasy. Don't let him really hit the "jackpot." The odds were less than one in hundreds of trillions; he absolutely must not touch upon Old Wang.
"Interesting." The blurry man manifested by Gu Jin spoke, helping lift the rod and reel in the line. After all, this had been materialized by it through Supreme Rule.
"This..." Wang Xuan had no confidence, because experience showed that the more one feared something,