Fan Mo's Hope of Becoming a Daluo Golden Immortal? An Ox Demon Cultivates the "Ox Demon" Method and Breaks Through; the Human Race Arrives

"Thank you, Senior!"

Hearing the voice beside his ear,

Fan Mo rejoiced. He knew he had made the right bet.

He scampered up to the stele, dropped to his knees again, and kowtowed. "Lord Stele, Senior told me to comprehend a technique from you, but I'm not too confident I can manage it. Please look after this old ox!"

With that said,

he knocked his head against the ground several more times.

Only then did he sit cross-legged and gather his strength.

Once his body and spirit had reached their peak, he focused his will upon the stele.

Boom!

Fan Mo's consciousness was suddenly swallowed by a vortex.

After the world spun around him,

he found himself in an immense, boundless plaza. Martial Steles stood before him in numbers as vast as the sea, too many to count. Waves of Martial Path will surged skyward, shattering the firmament!

At the horizon, blood-red light mingled with darkness.

Beyond the vast plaza lay a hazy world of mist.

Faintly, countless gigantic figures seemed to be watching him.

Behind the Martial Steles lay the fallen remains of innumerable primordial creatures and ancient behemoths!

The sight made even Fan Mo turn solemn.

"Senior said to focus my will and comprehend. What technique I gain will depend on my fortune."

As he thought it over,

the Ox Demon began to suspect something.

He sat unmoving before the Martial Steles, while his will grew ever more tenacious.

He had no idea how much time passed.

Then, with a roar,

one of the countless Martial Steles lit up, flew toward the Ox Demon, and merged deep within him.

After digesting the vast flood of information,

Fan Mo opened his eyes, his face filled with shock.

"Humans can cultivate their frail bodies until they become Daluo Golden Immortals,