In the Primordial Wilderness, on Yingzhou Island, Xuanxiao looked utterly baffled and said, "What the heck? Dijiang counts as a cultured person in the Martial Realm. Grandfather God, what do you think?"
Pangu rubbed his chin and said, "How should I put it? That kid Dijiang finally found a place where he could pretend to be cultured, so let him stay a few more days. After all, Golden Peng is overseeing the Netherworld's system, and Houtu is holding down the martial side. Whether Dijiang is there or not doesn't really matter." (Dijiang: So basically, whether I, the Great Emperor Fengdu, am home or not doesn't matter, huh? Golden Peng: Eldest Brother Dijiang, when have you ever been useful? Besides when fighting.)
At this point, Wangshu said, "No, wait. There's an aura over there. How interesting. Oh, let me tell you something fun. The Martial Realm over there has a wife of the stronghold chief. It seems she obtained the inheritance of a strand of Ice Shard from back then."
Hearing this, Pangu looked at Wangshu and said, "Ice Shard? You mean the one formed when the Ice Thorn Sword and the Chaos Demon Ape's staff clashed while you were fighting the Chaos Demon Gods back then, causing that small world to instantly freeze and collapse into it?"
Wangshu nodded and said, "That's right. That child's physical talent now is definitely no weaker than that of the Ancestral Witches formed from your blood essence. Besides, she may not even be uninclined to fight. Well, let's watch the show. Oh, right, Pangu, could you keep an eye on things? Dijiang is helping that Fire Tiger heal and even passed on part of his own body-tempering method. How can techniques from the Primordial Wilderness be taught to outsiders so casually?"
Xuanxiao shook his