Ning Xiaochuan had also noticed the cage ahead.
This cage was clearly different from the ones they had seen earlier. Inside sat a fat, big-eared monk cross-legged on the ground. Several crystalline, transparent chains seemed to pierce through his hands and feet, locking them tightly together. Though the aura emanating from him was weak, the divine presence within it constantly proclaimed his identity as a demigod.
Yet none of that was what drew the most attention. What truly made this monk unsettling was his face. It was split down the middle—one side kind and benevolent, the other savage and ghastly—as if two utterly different expressions had divided his face in half.
The moment Ning Xiaochuan saw the monk, Heart Demon's earlier words immediately surfaced in his mind, and he could not help but marvel inwardly.
"A secondary god of the Buddhist Realm from the God River Civilization!"
A secondary god of the God River Civilization had truly been imprisoned here by Heart Demon, kept as food and bled every day for drinking.
Although Ning Xiaochuan had never doubted Heart Demon's words, seeing this secondary god of the God River Civilization with his own eyes still left him astonished.
The condition of this secondary god from the Buddhist Realm was clearly abnormal. Heart Demon must have done something to him; otherwise, a cage like this could never have held a Buddhist Realm secondary god of the God River Civilization.
Ming Le seemed long accustomed to this secondary god. After glancing at him, she said calmly, "Young Master Ning, let us go. Ugly Old Woman is up ahead."
Ning Xiaochuan's gaze lingered on the Buddhist Realm secondary god of the God River Civilization for a moment before he followed Ming Le onward.
This Buddhist Realm demigod had dealt Ning Xiaochuan a tremendous