When the Outside Void Will "came" to the Ruins Realm, it was bound to encounter the most intense rejection and suppression. This was an ironclad law.
A wisp of the fake Shen Nong's will had parasitized this Void Devourer race shell, yet it could not elevate this shell's power by much, and His most adept "Stilled Light" seemed to be restrained by that unknown Dao artifact.
For a moment, He already felt a bit at His wit's end.
Even His old face flushed somewhat.
"To think that due to a lapse in concentration, this brat has already grown to such a degree..."
Driving this dilapidated shell, the fake Shen Nong saw Li Qingyun closing in behind Him step by step, yet He abruptly veered off in a direction, flashing toward a blurry grotto-heaven outline on the left side.
He had to change shells!
Atop a grotto-heaven resembling a roc spreading its wings, Peng Ye, the Sky-Devouring Roc Clan's newly promoted young quasi-saint, wore a trace of a ferocious smile as he looked down at his clan's ancestral cosmos, scattering "bait" to lure people into taking the hook as his potential resource for breakthroughs.
"The Ruins Realm is too barren, and this Saint is merely a single-environment entity. To cultivate, one must rely on the cosmos level. Just as well, after I attained the Dao, some quasi-saint seedlings emerged in the clan, which are perfect for luring..."
Having endured in the Ruins Realm for two or three years, Peng Ye had his arrogance almost entirely ground down by reality, and he began setting all kinds of traps, scheming against his own Roc clan descendants.
Suddenly, every hair on his body instinctively stood on end, and he immediately turned his head to look in the direction of the terrifying source, shouting loudly,