Shen Bing looked at the utter idiot in front of him and found himself speechless.
You're a monster with that much guts, so why are you so afraid of dying?
Forget it. Shen Bing couldn't be bothered to lecture him. Perhaps being afraid of death was a useful trait. Those who feared death generally weren't so easy to kill.
Shen Bing had to leave for a while anyway, so he teleported straight to Illusory Void Island with the Nine-Headed Worm.
"Little Nine, don't go wandering off. I'll call you whenever I need you," Shen Bing instructed before vanishing on the spot, leaving the Nine-Headed Worm utterly bewildered.
Who the hell would want to go to that place?
Unfortunately, he had no choice. Illusory Void Island was great, but there was no way to leave. He couldn't escape even if he wanted to.
He had plenty of tricks up his sleeve, yet he still hadn't figured out which world within the Immortal Realm this place belonged to.
Deep down, the Nine-Headed Worm was also intensely curious about Shen Bing's existence. His Master was far too mysterious.
He could even enter Hell. That had completely overturned the Nine-Headed Worm's understanding of the world.
The Nine-Headed Worm hadn't considered the deeper implications. If he had been the sort to get to the bottom of everything, he wouldn't have caused that disaster by kidnapping the Tang Monk in the first place.
Then the Nine-Headed Worm rose into the air and swiftly flew into a valley. A small tree, half the height of a person, stood quietly there, with a rainbow halo suspended above its crown. It was a wondrous sight.
The Nine-Headed Worm coiled his entire body around the little tree, seemingly both guarding and nurturing it.
At the far end of the valley,