The Story of the Table, the Wood Demons, and the Fisherman

Enemy unmoving, I remain unmoving. I make a move, and the enemy moves.

This eight-character maxim was truly useful.

At this moment, Zhang Yang was like a giant spider weighing 38,970 tons, casting an endless web and waiting to eat melons, watch the show, close the net, and watch the show!

There was no helping it. Yesterday, he had just put another 100,000 Blunted True Spirit Particles online, causing their total number to surge once again to 1.3 million.

The effects this brought were absolutely not as simple as one-twelfth more. It was a three-dimensional leap that doubled everything.

Thus, Zhang Yang could only choose to strengthen the main body's load-bearing capacity. After optimizing it in every aspect, his weight still reached nearly 40,000 tons!

Of course, outwardly, he did not look like a mountain of flesh, with rolls of fat rippling like a lake. Still, his arms being more than twice as thick as before was inevitable.

Moreover, if he got up and took a few steps, it definitely would not be a case of the earth shaking and the heavens turning upside down. Instead, it would directly create a storm of laws—a storm with every step.

However, this situation would not occur often. It would only appear when Zhang Yang needed to gather all the Blunted True Spirit Particles in one place and have his main body bear them completely.

Normally, Zhang Yang scattered most of the Blunted True Spirit Particles throughout the entire world-plane, quietly observing. At such times, he was naturally still the most handsome man under heaven.

For example, that was what he had done now, in order to watch the show.

That was because when all the Blunted True Spirit Particles gathered together, they would form an extraordinarily terrifying defensive layer around Zhang Yang.