"Does your teacher look like this?"
The moment the thought occurred to him, Chen Luo asked. He had never been in the habit of playing guessing games. He extended his right hand, spiritual power shifting within his palm until it finally transformed into Wang Chengguan's appearance.
The three White Wolves stared at the face transformed in Chen Luo's hand, their eyes blank with confusion.
"Then it isn't."
Chen Luo dispersed the spiritual power in his hand and did not dwell on such minor matters any longer.
Now that the White Mountain matter had been resolved, all that remained was to gather the spiritual materials of an entire region to nourish himself.
Old Monster Baishan had once done something similar. Just that unlike Chen Luo, he had not been so straightforward. Instead, he had manipulated matters through White Mountain and the forces beneath him. It had been considerably more subtle, but the essence was the same.
White Mountain had changed hands.
Hundred Monsters Mountain and the Cloud Alliance resumed their tribute to White Mountain. Not only them—every island throughout the Return to Ruins Sea began paying tribute to Cloud Mountain according to the previous proportions. This was a custom passed down for thousands of years in the Return to Ruins Sea, and its restoration put everyone at ease.
The overturned order had been restored.
Only its master had changed.
Chen Luo no longer went out. He remained within the secret chamber once arranged by Old Monster Cloud Mountain, adding more than a hundred new layers of protection outside to prevent Old Monster Baishan from suddenly returning to kill him. Once these preparations were complete, he finally took out the corpse of his Second Brother, Zhao Qi, which had nearly grown mold inside the Grotto-heaven Gourd.
An Immortal Corpse!
Chen Luo had