Facing Zhang Zhen's question, Wang Hao said earnestly, "The environment of the Netherworld Epoch really does drive people mad."
"But I've never encountered a case of it making someone stupid."
"If he isn't an idiot, why would he say something like that?"
"He's already reached the Ghost Emperor Realm. Is that really all he has in his head?"
At that, Wang Hao smacked his lips and said, "That I don't know. Plenty of high-level cultivators yearn for love."
"But this is the first time I've seen anyone as idiotic as him."
"If Chen Changsheng hadn't said to spare his life for now, I suspect he'd already have been beaten to death."
As he spoke, Wang Hao dismissed the light screen and stood up. "All right, take your time cultivating in the Blood Sea."
"I have something to attend to outside. At some point in the future, you'll still have a tough battle to fight."
With that, Wang Hao left the Blood Sea.
Small Epoch.
"My son!"
"Was doing this really worth it?"
The Primordial Qilin gazed at a scale in his hand and murmured to himself.
This was the very scale Mo Bai had pulled from his own body when the Divine Beast lineage left the Chang Sheng Epoch.
Two hundred thousand years had passed, yet the Primordial Qilin still remembered Mo Bai's words.
"Father, we may be beasts, but we have a home of our own too."
"I won't stop you if you want to leave, but I will live and die with the Chang Sheng Epoch."
Drip!
Countless memories surged into his heart. At last, a tear fell from the corner of the Primordial Qilin's eye, despite this mighty being having lived for a million years.
"Still thinking about the Chang Sheng Epoch?"
Just then, a voice