"There was no cultivation realm, yet its speed and strength had clearly reached the level of a Creation Taixu Venerable."
Qin Jun murmured to himself, becoming interested in the mangled beast.
He immediately raised a hand and pulled the beast toward him through the air.
The mysterious beast struggled desperately, but it was no match for Qin Jun and was soon dragged before him.
Qin Jun had not noticed it earlier. It must have been hiding aboard the dharma ship all along.
"Hisss—"
The beast bared its fangs at Qin Jun. It had no eyes, nose, or ears—only a mouth full of sharp teeth, from which a long, snake-like tongue protruded. Its entire body was a bloody mess of flesh, utterly disgusting, and it also gave off a pungent stench.
Qin Jun frowned deeply. What exactly was this thing?
A failed creation of the Creator?
Qin Jun inwardly mocked Hongmeng Great Emperor, then prepared to crush the beast to death.
"Wait!"
At that moment, an anxious voice came from afar. An old man in a Daoist robe flew over swiftly. His hair was black and white, his body fat, and his tiny eyes were nearly buried beneath the flesh of his face. He cried out urgently, "Brother, please stop!"
Hearing this, Qin Jun paused and glanced sideways at him.
When the beast saw the old Daoist flying over, it struggled even more violently, as though it greatly feared him.
"Brother, this creature is the Bloodthirsty Ghost Beast, one of the Eight Great Evil Ones of Primordial Chaos. Even if you crush it to death, its soul can reform, and it will be extremely difficult to find again. For the sake of Primordial Chaos, you must hand it over to me. I can suppress it."
The old Daoist spoke righteously, causing