"Huh? What are you spacing out for? Where are we, little bro?" Ouyang tilted his ear in surprise and asked, puzzled.
Zu Yuan, who had been speaking with such enthusiasm, suddenly fell silent. Ouyang had been listening with relish and found this rather unbearable.
In his previous life, Ouyang had hated cliffhanger dogs most of all. Authors like that were truly detestable!
Hearing Ouyang's question, Zu Yuan hurriedly answered, "Big bro, I'm here!"
"Where are we?" Ouyang asked, tilting his head.
Zu Yuan smiled and answered, "We're now in the territory of the Zhuyin Tribe, the last of the Twelve Demon Gods!"
"Then what are you waiting for? Go let your mighty turtle aura loose, then have them bow down in worship and make the Demon God weep and acknowledge you as his adoptive father!" Ouyang urged, as though this were only natural.
Zu Yuan felt the power within him grow somewhat restless, as though Ouyang's words had stirred its displeasure.
Zu Yuan could only say helplessly, "Big bro, Demon Gods have their pride too. How could they possibly do something like that?"
As soon as Zu Yuan offered this explanation, he felt the various powers within him settle down.
His body was now more like a hodgepodge, with eleven strands of Demon God power churning inside him.
They divided his body into eleven portions, each power occupying one part, with clear boundaries between them.
They could not stand the sight of one another, and sometimes, when Zu Yuan was not paying attention, they would even control his body and throw a hefty punch at the part another power occupied!
Originally, Zu Yuan had not minded. After all, the twelve tribes had always been as incompatible as fire and water, and he had absorbed them into his body together.
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