Rumble, rumble, rumble...
In the distance, lightning flashed, and boundless bolts formed a sea of thunder.
Little Thunder Beast hid behind Wu Chu, its large eyes wide as it watched with both fear and admiration.
At that moment, Mother Thunder Beast was like Hong Qi, the Beggar Gang's most handsome man, after being enraged by his cousin—having nowhere to vent his anger, he could only run deep into a cave to practice his Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms.
Palm after palm of the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms...
"Don't be afraid. Your mother is only angry at me. She won't hurt you."
Wu Chu reached out and patted the little beast at the corner of its mouth.
As he spoke, he took out his phone and checked the time.
After Yibao's modifications, the phone's timer could measure up to one Epoch.
By his calculations, more than seventy thousand years had passed since he entered this Primordial Chaos. Yet Chaos Behemoths truly grew at an outrageously slow pace.
The "little fellow" had barely changed in the fifty or sixty thousand years since its birth.
Fortunately, Chaos Behemoths were relatively rare within the Primordial Chaos. Otherwise, with such a sluggish growth rate, it would probably have been eaten by other Chaos Behemoths long ago.
Still, after living together for tens of thousands of years, the relationship between Wu Chu and Mother Thunder Beast remained far from harmonious. Yet the conflict between them had shifted from the initial grudge over her stolen child to their differences in raising that child.
Mother Thunder Beast no longer wanted to eat Wu Chu. She merely wanted this bastard to get lost as soon as possible and return her child to her.
But the problem was that her child recognized Wu Chu as its "mother" and refused to acknowledge her, its