As far as Luo Nian was concerned, translating these six groups of golden Sanskrit characters into a single text was no difficult task.
When he saw that the child and the long-haired young man were both Bu Fan—and that they were actually his father's senior brothers—he naturally wasn't about to let such figures slip away without an opportunity to "extort" them...
"All right." Jing Wu Huan was decisive by nature. Without the slightest hesitation, he reached into his chest and pulled out a tiny gourd.
The gourd was purple-gold. Two tender green leaves, fresh enough to drip with moisture, hung from its vines. It was only the size of a palm, yet exquisitely crafted.
Luo Nian's eyes practically glowed when he saw the gourd, but he still turned his face away and put on an indifferent expression. Staring at the little gourd, he asked, "What use is this little gourd?"
"The Purple-Gold Creation Gourd contains a world of its own, allowing you to cultivate with half the effort," Jing Wu Huan said. After thinking for a moment, he added, "You can't leave the Immortal Palace right now, so you must be stifled and bored. The world inside this gourd is much larger than the Great Thousand World, and it contains countless subordinate creatures... What's more, there's a great lake in this gourd, filled with Soul-Devouring Bone-Corroding Poisonous Water. If you activate the gourd and absorb an ordinary Lower True God into it, he would be corroded away until not even dregs remained! Most importantly, this gourd doesn't need to be refined."
The more Jing Wu Huan explained, the more Luo Nian's heart itched.
He really had been bored stiff. At his age, he wanted to roam far and wide—beneath the vast sky and across the broad sea, with birds free