Willow God had withdrawn into herself. Stone Village was vast, yet she felt there was no place for her in it.
Meng Chuan was troubled too.
He had discovered a problem—a serious one.
Little Nonpoint was simply too strong.
He watched Little Nonpoint romp with the other children of Stone Village. Beneath that tiny frame lay terrifying divine power.
His vitality was more abundant than an Immemorial Era Fierce Beast cub's, his spirit was honed, and his will was tenacious. Even his Grotto-Heavens were larger and more solid than those of peerless Heavenly Prodigies.
To put it bluntly, even the cubs of the mightiest Immemorial Era Fierce Beasts would be knocked flat by Little Nonpoint as he was now.
Cubs with six, seven, or even eight Grotto-Heavens would be no match for Little Nonpoint.
By Immemorial Era Fierce Beast cubs, he did not mean the Descendant Beasts of today, or descendants carrying only part of their bloodline.
He meant actual cubs of Fierce Beasts such as the Golden-Winged Roc.
In the original story, Little Nonpoint had not opened his fourth Grotto-Heaven until he was eight and a half. Now he was only five and a half!
He was a full three years ahead, and his reserves and foundation were stronger too.
He had broken through to the Grotto-Heaven Realm after reaching a one-armed strength of over 120,000 in the Blood Moving Realm, then undergone Baptism by Thunder Tribulation during the breakthrough. He was far too powerful.
Little Nonpoint's strength was naturally a good thing. But with such strength came a problem.
Among those of the same realm, Little Nonpoint was destined to have no opponent.
In the original story, Little Nonpoint had been all but invincible, yet he had still encountered opponents who put him under immense pressure and even