The Young Eagle's First Cry.
Wangxiang Zai cried his heart out, his anguish utterly genuine. His ghostly big brothers were really hitting him, each slap brutally hard.
How could a child endure pain like that?
After a few slaps, he burst into sobs.
He could no longer bear the pain.
His cries carried on the wind, reaching everyone's ears.
"Waa, waa."
The sound even disturbed the creations in the Sea.
Wangxiang Zai sensed something God-like rising from the Sea floor.
What the old Gu Sorcery monk had not expected was that the monks' faces on his body would also begin to twist when they heard that sound.
They, too, began to shed tears.
They let out synchronized cries of "Waa," "waa," "waa."
That piercing sound brought Fifth Uncle a moment of clarity. Seeing his child like this, he was immediately astonished.
For now, he lay dormant within the immortal Jianmu.
He could feel the immortal Jianmu's emotions.
And its connection to Wangxiang Zai—what was going on?
Under these circumstances, seeing the wretched child doing nothing but crying, without saying a word, the ghosts had no choice but to remind him again.
[Big brother]
Only then did the child dimly remember what he was supposed to do.
He wailed loudly, "Big brother."
Those faces began to call out as well.
"Big brother, big brother."
The old monk, a master of Gu Sorcery, sensed something was wrong. He wanted to bring his palm down and slap the intruder to death.
But his arm had gone somewhat numb. The old monk realized that the Jianmu within him had formed his "keel" and "spine." Even his blood vessels had turned into the tree's branches!
Jianmu was part of the giant's body.
He wanted to strike, but Jianmu restrained him, leaving him unable to move.