Once he understood everything, Chen Changming did not know whether to laugh or cry.
Others fled from ghost calamities as though they could never get far enough away. Little Four alone had encountered an invading army from the Ghost Realm without the slightest panic, then eaten his way straight toward their home territory.
Now that he had wandered into the Ghost Realm and the passage between the two realms had been severed, Chen Changming probably would not see the little fellow again anytime soon.
But a moment later, the anxiety in Chen Changming's heart completely faded.
He knew Little Four's abilities all too well.
He could shift between corporeal and incorporeal forms, remain untouched by countless ghosts, and naturally counter every ghost race. Devouring ghost creatures could send his cultivation soaring. Never mind ordinary ghost kings and ghost generals-even the Mahayana venerables who ruled regions of the Ghost Realm probably could not harm the little fellow in the slightest.
For other cultivators, wandering into the Ghost Realm meant nine chances of death against one of survival. For Little Four, it was simply walking into his own granary. He could not have been safer.
In fact, this opportunity was an immense blessing for Little Four.
Chen Changming believed that, with his unique innate divine ability, Little Four would certainly reach the pinnacle of cultivation in the Ghost Realm!
Rumble...
Deep, muffled rumbles came from all around.
At that moment, the barrier between the two realms continued repairing itself. An unending torrent of spatial power scoured the passage, and the entire black hole began shaking violently as its rocky walls collapsed and closed in.
Space was extremely unstable. If he lingered, spatial turbulence could easily tear him apart.
Chen Changming did not dare stay. His figure flashed repeatedly, teleporting several times before