"From here on, use these demonic crystals however you like. Take as many as you need."
Looking at the endless, densely packed figures covering the distant earth, Poison Venerable declared generously. None of this was his anyway—what came free of charge did not hurt to give away.
"Oh-ho, the young master is mighty, the young master is generous, may the young master have eighteen in one litter."
"Hahaha, it still has to be the young master. What grand generosity."
"May the young master find a partner soon."
At once, Poison Venerable's face darkened. What the hell were these supposed to be—compliments?
Poison Venerable waved his hand and left with a speechless expression, leaving behind only a group of hulking fellows below scrambling for demonic crystals.
"Dad, why are you here? These are things the young master gave us."
"Damn it, brat, can't you keep your mouth shut? I'm your dad—what's wrong with me taking some? Get lost."
These demonic crystals drew not only the young Great Demons over, but even attracted powerful experts of the older generation.
Time trickled by bit by bit, and in the blink of an eye, another thousand years passed.
Upon the star, everyone in seclusion had clearly reached a critical stage. Before Wang Tian, the Nine Provinces Cauldron shone with rippling radiance, enveloping his entire body, while he himself bathed in laws, the aura around him as unfathomable as an abyss.
Li Xiaoyao rested his hands upon his knees. Before his chest, a massive formation slowly revolved, releasing wave after wave of profound and mysterious aura, deep beyond measure.
Bao Xiaotou, meanwhile, anxiously scratched at his ears and cheeks where he sat.
"Why is raising one's cultivation in the Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal realm so slow? A full thousand years—nearly two thousand—and I'm still spinning