A few days later.
The Flame-Soul Myriad-Headed Bird reverted to Green's right little finger. Following the two Motian Corruptors, Green spent several days as a guest in the Spinning-Top Mystic Flower Void-Listening Barrier. What left him dumbfounded was that these Corruptors' daily habits were remarkably similar to those of certain plant and wood spirits in the Wizard Alliance. It was simply unbelievable.
Spinning-Top Mystic Flower Void-Listening Barrier—Green was thoroughly exasperated by these naming conventions involving mysterious power.
The bizarre names for all manner of spells and materials were perhaps also one reason why the relatively rigorous Green had abandoned any overly deep study of mysterious power.
"This is the Nether-Mystic passage connecting to the Bhikkhu Tibetan Pig Great World, and it is also my Mother Realm. The dung of the Tibetan pigs there is truly a rare delicacy within the Corruptor World Cluster. Once we get there, we can pass through a World Rift and reach Elder Fool's Wisdom Teapot Motian Realm."
Listening to the words of the round, ball-like Motian Corruptor beside him, who was actually obsessed with a certain creature's excrement, even Green—with his vast experience and utterly objective attitude toward the diverse habits of Endless World lifeforms—could not help twitching at the corner of his eye and opening his mouth wide. This Sovereign was bragging so extravagantly, and even seemed to intend to treat him to a feast.
During their exchanges over the past few days, Green had also learned the name of this Motian Corruptor, who could rival an Endless Sovereign: Guliwan.
"Uh, I..."
"Don't worry, Annihilation Wizard. Corruptors are not one of those self-centered civilized races. Hunting itself is also the best way to communicate with the World Origin; it is one of the most fundamental natural laws of the Endless World. Besides, the Bhikkhu