Willow branches swayed in the wind. The willow tree looked perfectly ordinary, but the spirit within it, Willow God, was anything but.
“He was already that powerful in the Grotto-Heaven Realm. Now that he's reached Late Spirit Transformation Late Stage, what kind of fighting strength does he have?”
Willow God wondered in silence, astonished. Even for a peerless expert starting cultivation anew, his performance was terrifying.
She had seen Meng Chuan fight in the Grotto-Heaven Realm while hunting a Primordial Remnant Species.
Meng Chuan had once decided to find a Primordial Remnant Species to speed up his cultivation. He found one so formidable it could reign supreme, then killed it.
But after absorbing its energy once, he lost all interest in doing so again.
A Descendant Beast of that level could provide him only a little energy. And how many Primordial Remnant Species of that caliber existed across the Eight Domains of the Lower Realm?
The people of Stone Village knew nothing of Meng Chuan's actions, but Willow God knew them all too well.
Though the Spirit Transformation Realm had not yet given Meng Chuan the terrifying boost the previous two realms had, it had at least done something.
Besides, Nurturing Spirits in the Grotto-Heaven still lay ahead.
Willow God was beginning to question the deal Meng Chuan had once proposed to her.
You look like you don't need me to protect your path at all.
When they made that deal, Willow God had thought some powerful enemy might come to stop Meng Chuan, and that she would need to protect him well.
After all, she had already taken her payment, and she kept her word.
But now...
Willow God felt like a fool.
Meng Chuan felt like a fool too.
He looked at his eleven great Grotto-Heavens. What Lings