I'm Definitely Making You My Friend!

The bodily fluids raining down from the sky were utterly disgusting—aqueous humor, blood, and brain matter all mixed together in yellow, red, and white.

Adam directly conjured an enormous umbrella, large enough to fit a food truck beneath it. It blocked the liquid falling from above, but not the splashes and streams spreading in from where it hit the ground.

And then there was the wind blowing over, a perfect embodiment of foul, fishy stench.

Unable to endure it any longer, Adam formed a hand seal and made several cracks open in the mountain beneath his feet, drawing all the fluids deep underground before restoring the ground to its original state.

Though these fluids were foul-smelling, they still counted as demon blood and contained considerable spiritual essence. The flowers, grass, and trees on this mountain would likely grow especially lush in the future, perhaps even gaining sentience more easily.

Such a major disturbance from Adam naturally caught the attention of the man who had slain the snake.

"What marvelous abilities, Daoist friend!"

The man seemed to possess neither a Pocket Sun and Moon Dharma Treasure nor the Sleeve Universe ability. He simply carried the Giant Serpent's corpse on his shoulder and descended to the ground. When he set the carcass aside, the earth itself trembled.

As he spoke, the man sized Adam up, seemingly wondering whose disciple he was.

In the Journey to the West world, a mountain was not merely a pile of dirt. It was connected to the earth veins and watched over by local deities; it was not something just anyone could shift simply by having a little more strength.

Someone who could casually alter and displace mountains and land with a single incantation was either a Great Divine Ability User or one of their own from