Boom!
Lost in thought, Zhou Kai dropped from beyond the heavens and landed squarely on the Eastern Immortal's shoulder with a heavy thud.
Now that his standing on the Miracle Path had finally been established, Zhou Kai's World Path and Nightmare Path powers had also recovered to a half-complete state. To the Eastern Immortal, his weight had become unbearable.
The Eastern Immortal had barely tried to speak to Zhou Kai when the weight bent him at the waist. He stumbled forward with a muffled grunt and only just managed to steady himself.
The White King's chosen has reached the Seventh Realm too... How can the gap be so vast when we're both in the Seventh Realm? Does the White King favor an outsider more, or was he already this powerful? Or both?
The Eastern Immortal bore Zhou Kai's weight in silence.
Only after a moment did Zhou Kai remember him. "Do you want to live or die?" he asked casually.
For Zhou Kai, killing the strong was far less profitable than slaughtering the weak.
That was especially true now that the cultivators, demons, monsters, and other supernatural beings of the Miracle World, like the sorcerers of the Nightmare Abyss, had no apparent limit on the experience he could gain from them.
Rather than kill the Eastern Immortal here, Zhou Kai might as well bring him under his command and put him to use. His goals extended beyond the Miracle World. In the end, he meant to rebel against the Abyss and bring the Nightmare to an end.
And in that nearly impossible undertaking, no matter how many companions he found, the road would still be lonely.
Still, having someone was better than having no one, wasn't it? "I didn't expect you to give us a choice," the Eastern Immortal said