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After snatching the three outrageously rewarding missions and arriving in this world's Pansi Ridge, Nezha didn't rush into action. Instead, he hid in the shadows, crouched among the branches in the crown of a big tree, and silently observed the area for several minutes.
In the end, he realized that he didn't seem to recognize this place in this world at all.
All he knew from certain landmarks and boundary markers was that this place was apparently also called Pansi Ridge, and that it had a Yellow Flower Temple. But it was completely different from the Pansi Ridge in his Primordial Great World!
Aside from a large group of monsters and a few Taoist priests who practiced strange insect-based cultivation methods, there didn't seem to be anything particularly special about the place.
Nezha didn't feel any particular dislike toward the monsters.
There were plenty of monster disciples at Cuiping Mountain. There was the likes of Nüba, White Bone Spirit, Tiger-Head Monster, Minotaur, fox spirits, wolf demons, and all kinds of ghosts and other creatures. He'd long since grown used to monsters.
Of course, that didn't mean he liked them, either!
After all, he and the monsters of this world's Pansi Ridge were strangers. He didn't care whether they were demons, immortals, monsters, humans, or ghosts. Other people's opinions meant nothing to him. He'd have to learn the truth for himself before he could decide what was right and wrong.
But he clearly didn't have time to investigate the place at his leisure.
After all, he'd come across worlds on a mission he'd snatched... accepted from the Main God. He'd already pushed his luck by spending a few minutes getting a general sense of the area and secretly setting a coordinate with a waymark flag. He wasn't about to waste