Little Pagoda cried out at the top of his lungs, saying things like "Oh, the pain is killing me!"
He gave it his all.
"Is that the pagoda?"
Little Pagoda's appearance sent a tremor through the hearts of the giants from the Upper Realm.
"There's no mistake. It's the pagoda that appeared back then. Who would have thought he'd been hiding in this cage all along!"
"We failed to keep him here back then. I never thought we'd see him again today."
The many giants from the Upper Realm were surprised. This cage had brought them far too many delights.
"What a day this is! Fortune has truly fallen from the heavens." A giant surrounded by swirling Yin and Yang energies laughed. Beneath the divine light shrouding his body, an ancient Daoist robe was faintly visible.
"This is no cage. It's a blessed land."
"Today, I am destined to attain the Dao!"
His voice boomed like heavenly thunder, shaking heaven and earth.
Of the three peerless Dharma Artifacts, the two-tier pagoda also erupted with dazzling divine light. Waves of invincible laws swept across the Eight Wastelands.
These were two other tiers of Little Pagoda's body, and the Daoist surrounded by Yin and Yang energies was their current master.
He was called the Yin-Yang Daoist, an exceedingly ancient figure even in the Three Thousand Dao Provinces. Many Cult Masters were his juniors.
In the world of Cultivators, age usually meant power.
The Yin-Yang Daoist had claimed and refined two tiers of Little Pagoda's body in the Three Thousand Dao Provinces, where giants stood shoulder to shoulder. His strength needed no further explanation.
But his exceedingly long life also meant his remaining years were far from certain.
"You old fossil! You still dare covet your Grandpa Pagoda? Hand over my body!" Little