Wang Gang Makes His Entrance

"Who are you? How can you retain your strength in the lower realm? Where did you obtain an Exiled Immortal Stone?"

Instead of answering Megak's question, Immortal Inspector Zhao Bing fired back with a question of his own. At the same time, he secretly sent a message to the Immortal Realm, calling for more reinforcements.

Having discerned the strength of the two before him, Zhao Bing no longer had any of his previous arrogance. He had already gathered his power into his spirit treasure, the Primordial Thousand-Blade Ruler. At the slightest sign of trouble, he would activate it at once.

Megak looked at the two men and one woman before him and gently shook his head.

The cultivation world had always been like this. So long as their strength was roughly equal and they did not know one another, most would guard against each other and harbor hostility.

"I clearly told you the most correct choice. Why must you drag even more people into this quagmire?" Megak saw through Zhao Bing's little move and sighed softly. He continued, "You may call me Megak. As for why I can preserve my strength, it is not because of an Exiled Immortal Stone. It is simply because the paths you and I walk are different."

Megak pulled a golden needle from his ear. Under his control, the needle swiftly became a small golden rod, which he casually twirled in his hand.

After hearing the true story of Journey to the West, Megak had forged this rod to curry favor with System. He had even made use of a small world within the Main God Space, where time flowed differently, spending several decades forging it.

It was precisely because of Megak's meticulous effort that this imitation Golden Cudgel had reached the grade of a