A month had passed, and Hanyu had been constantly traveling across the Central Continent.
Sometimes he went out to seize rules himself; other times, he went to meet up with Central Continent cultivators.
To say he was busy was an understatement.
The Artifact Spirit was just as busy. After all, there was still a pill to deliver every three days. Even if it slacked off, it had to make the round trip to the Endless Sea Domain every six days.
Naturally, Hanyu couldn't be the one doing that. The Artifact Spirit was quite self-motivated, and by now, the two of them had developed a tacit understanding.
Hanyu didn't even need to ask. The Artifact Spirit would take care of these things on its own.
The Artifact Spirit was always saying that Hanyu had changed. But hadn't it changed, too?
At first, the Artifact Spirit had been downright sinister, bent on plundering and with hardly a shred of human feeling.
But over the course of their journey, it was the one that had changed the most.
When it came to dealing with cultivators, Hanyu had no time to bond with the people below. The Artifact Spirit, meanwhile, was already off bragging and telling stories.
The last time it went out with Xia Wuyou and the others, it was the one who protected them.
It talked about taking down the Heavenly Dao, yet it still followed Hanyu around, cleaning up after that reckless spendthrift.
How could it not have changed?
"Zhishou, what exactly is going on with it? It shouldn't be an Artifact Spirit, should it?"
Taking advantage of the Artifact Spirit's absence, Hanyu spoke into the empty air.
That old geezer was a peeping tom!
It was easy enough to get in touch with him.
But after waiting a while, Hanyu