Dear, Are You Still There?

After the fresh rain on the empty mountain, the weather turned autumnal toward evening.

A drizzling downpour had washed Southern Wasteland from top to bottom. Chen Luo found a secluded mountain hollow, activated Seventy-two Transformations, and turned into the portly Jiman Bodhisattva.

The Seventy-two Transformations Chen Luo had comprehended from Journey to the West could now almost fool even a Peak Great Sage's discernment. Combined with Blood Body Transformation, it could be said that unless someone expended Soul power to inspect him carefully, even an existence in the Ancestor Demon Realm could be deceived for a while.

After transforming into Jiman Bodhisattva, Chen Luo slapped his Storage Token, and a Jade Wooden Fish immediately appeared in his hand.

Looking at the Jade Wooden Fish, Chen Luo sighed helplessly. Because of this little toy, his plan had nearly fallen through.

The transmundane power of the Eighteen Layers of Hell could indeed send him back, but this obviously counterfeit Buddhist Treasure had been attacked by that power. In the end, Chen Luo had paid the price of three Great Scholar treasures before safely bringing the little wooden fish back to the mortal world.

Taking out the wooden fish mallet, he struck it according to Jiman's instructions: three short knocks followed by two long ones, with intervals between them.

Each time the mallet struck the wooden fish, a white carp's phantom flew out from within it, then dispersed.

After finishing, Chen Luo stayed where he was, closed his eyes, and waited.

After roughly half an hour, a golden rainbow streaked across the sky and descended before Chen Luo. As the golden light faded, it revealed a Peng demon with two wings on his back, seemingly around thirty years old, sparse stubble, and a sickly, listless appearance.

Chen Luo wore a broad grin.

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