Fat Dragon looked at Chen Qiu's retreating back with a complicated expression, saying nothing.
Back when he had been abducted to the Flower-Offering Sect on the road, in his despair, he had kept begging for someone like Scholar to descend from the heavens and save him from the depths of fire and water.
But—
That person had never come.
If he had not saved himself by selling his body, perhaps he would have already been drained dry, reduced to a withered corpse and thrown into the back mountain.
Perhaps the Heavenly Dao did not care, but Little Fish truly did.
And now—
Lightning continuously flickered in Chen Qiu's palm. Standing alone at the city gate, he kept hurling Palm Thunder, not even needing to aim to hit his targets.
Only after reaching the Foundation Establishment Late Stage could one release divine sense over a large area and lock onto enemies with it, ensuring one's spells struck their targets as accurately as possible. Before that, one could only aim with the naked eye.
But there were so many demon beasts before him that he could barely count them, so there was naturally no need to aim.
Even though the spiritual energy of heaven and earth here was so dense, one still needed to sit cross-legged and circulate a cultivation method to absorb spiritual energy and recover it.
This was where the benefits of the Heavenly Dao Foundation became apparent. He did not need to circulate any cultivation method at all; the Heavenly Dao Foundation would automatically revolve and help him absorb spiritual energy.
Meanwhile, more and more Wraiths gathered behind him.
One dead demon beast could bring him ten demon beast Wraiths, and most of the demon beasts before him were primarily in the Qi Refining Realm.
But there were simply