As long as Green remained stationed on Ladder Mountain, the Myriad Bones Nether God could forget about stirring up any trouble. He would wait until the World-Destroying Legion truly descended, utterly extinguish the will of the undead, and deal with this world's last eyesore.
It was not until more than half a month later that An Tuximo crossed mountains and rivers, hurrying to Ladder Mountain.
"Mentor!"
An Tuximo landed beside Green. At that moment, Green resembled an old scavenger, seemingly wandering aimlessly across Ladder Mountain with the Heavenly Net crystal ball in hand, chatting merrily with Milly, the Ice Age Stigmata Sorcerer.
With a wave of his hand, Green signaled for the somewhat restrained An Tuximo to relax.
Within the crystal ball, Milly, who was currently on the ocean floor, saw An Tuximo through the background of Green's crystal ball. Her affectionate eyes, which had been fixed on Green as they spoke intimately, gradually shifted away from him and settled on An Tuximo.
"Alright, since An Tuximo is here, you should attend to your business first. I'll be more careful on my end."
After Milly cut off the crystal ball connection, Green naturally did not wish to display such tenderness in front of his disciple. Before his several disciples, Green had always maintained the lofty bearing of a learned, wise, mysterious figure with everything firmly under control.
"Mentor."
Following behind Green, An Tuximo solemnly greeted the sorcerer he respected most in his life for a second time.
For some unknown reason, An Tuximo had not mastered the World Garment rule system inherited from Green. However, he had acquired a rather outstanding grasp of the foundational perceptual knowledge behind Male-Poison Body Refining and the Face of Truth. In the arts of body refining and perceiving essence, An Tuximo had already followed