Dipping beans—awesome!
Inside the station, the solemn Bone Wheel spun, stirring up a tidal wave like mad laughter.
The Turning Wheel Saint Lord was almost lost in this exhilarating experience.
Throughout its long contractual career, it had never felt such joy—no restraints, no control, and none of that whiny praying and pleading. Someone could bear the pressure brought by its incarnation manifesting in the present world, and there were even unlimited Unending little snacks!
Through the Secret Rite, it even received a steady stream of unimaginable enhancements and supplies. Such exquisite application and mastery, such powerful compatibility and understanding with the Abyss—it was simply unprecedented! Compared to this, those previous trash summoners were not even fit to carry its shoes! Tell me, how could life with just anyone possibly be the same?
Boom!
As the Bone Wheel revolved, countless stars within its inner universe blazed with light. Heretical views, bland delusions, and wild imaginings poured down like a rainstorm, penetrating, erasing, and polluting countless illusions.
Within this nightmare domain like mud, the three High Priests at the forefront had only just finished merging when more than half of them instantly dissolved. They stuck together and struggled to hold on, yet still gritted their teeth and stood at the front.
Just a little more!
The Secret Rite in the deepest part of the nightmare was nearly ready. They would soon be able to open the vortex. As long as they held out until Beiling Saint Lord returned to support them, they would surely drive out this out-of-control Abomination and tear that lunatic from the Gushing Spring Lineage to pieces along with it!
At that moment, faced with the light of nothingness bursting from the Evil Eye, the nightmare boiled once more.
Chunks of black stone emerged out of thin air in