The moon shone like frost.
Fang Yuan lay on the bed, staring blankly at the moonlight.
"The only reason I came to this world was to destroy the Lord of Extreme Evil... If he's in the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains, that would make things easy. Unfortunately, that's unlikely!"
This world was vast—immensely vast!
From the scattered fragments of Gu's memories, a Bloodline Warrior might spend an entire lifetime without ever leaving the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains. Beyond them lay even larger tribes and "kingdoms."
"And... my Dao really has disappeared!"
He looked himself over. Right now, he was a true mortal—and he didn't even have his attribute panel anymore.
"The attribute panel..."
It was impossible not to feel a sense of loss at having his greatest Gold Finger taken away.
But Fang Yuan's State of Mind had long been tempered a thousand times over. He would not sink into such regret.
"That's right... Even with the aid of the Light of Huaxia, the Lord of Extreme Evil had the Inner Demon Realm... He staked half a Dao Fruit, whose value far exceeded mine. So this seemingly fair gamble, with stakes that were actually worlds apart, couldn't have happened... Which means my attribute panel! Did it make up the remaining value of half a Dao Fruit?"
Fang Yuan took a deep breath.
Honestly, he found this gamble strange too.
The Lord of Extreme Evil had clearly used a desperate move. Fang Yuan should have been unable to withstand the might of a burning Dao Fruit, and there had been a good chance he would perish, body and soul.
The reason why things had turned into this kind of gamble might have been the wondrous power of the Light of Huaxia, or it might have been the attribute panel's final burst of