Seeing Little Beast like this, Yoyo smiled. "What's the big deal? You can refine it. When you face enemies in the future, toss it out and trap them inside. Then tell them this thing is what Patriarch Minghe usually uses to hold his shit. Even if it can't kill them, it'll disgust them to death. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"
Little Beast's eyes lit up at this, and he laughed. "Yoyo, I never thought you were this kind of Fu Zhu. Hehe... Once I refine it, we can spar sometime."
Yoyo froze, feeling as though he had lifted a rock only to smash his own foot. He immediately shook his head. "I'm not interested in fighting and killing. Don't come looking for me!"
And so, the Primordial Ghost-Dread, hated by men and loathed by ghosts, was born.
Even when Patriarch Minghe later came out to explain that the thing merely turned all filth into clean water and was absolutely not used for storing phlegm and shit, it was no use.
As they said, repeat a lie often enough and it becomes truth; the words of the masses could melt metal. Rumors were truly terrifying!
Time flew by. Several yuanhui later, no one came to exchange for formations anymore.
At this time, Di Kun and Feng Yi also returned from the Chaos beyond the domain. Wu Chu still had not emerged from seclusion, but Senior Sister was at Purple Jade Mountain.
The two paid their respects to their master's wife. Senior Sister nodded and asked with concern, "Have you both settled everything? Did you run into any difficulties?"
Feng Yi glanced at Di Kun, nodded, and said, "There were some difficulties at first, especially since small worlds cannot easily be fixed within the Chaos. They tend to drift through the Chaos