At most, he had some connection to the Shadow Moon Convent, and not a particularly deep one. Yet now the Tower Spirit of the Illusory Moon Tower was calling him Daddy. Had that demon gone so utterly mad that he had even subdued this tower? Had he even gotten the tower pregnant?
However he thought about it, it all seemed rather absurd.
Just then, the little girl spoke again.
"I don't know why I call you Daddy either, but it feels like someone told me that one day Daddy would come to fetch me, and that I would recognize him the instant I saw him. It seems that really was true."
The little girl was quite excited, while Fang Yang felt the whole affair was growing increasingly strange. He asked in a low voice,
"Then how long have you been waiting here?"
"Over five hundred years."
Good grief, even Sun Wukong was only imprisoned for five hundred years, wasn't he?
An Immortal Artifact's spirit from five hundred years ago had been waiting for him all this time. However he looked at it, it felt rather uncanny.
Moreover, to better understand the Cultivation World, he had been reading books on the subject throughout this period.
He knew that the ancient Cultivation World had been dazzlingly glorious, with many strange sects, strange cultivation methods, and even strange regions...
Those so-called Death Forbidden Zones were merely ruins left behind by the ancient Cultivation World.
All who entered died without a burial place.
It seemed very few people ever emerged from a Death Forbidden Zone.
Just as Fang Yang fell silent...
Creak!
Creak!
A rustling sound came from the stairway, like footsteps.
Before long, a Demonic Path Disciple poked his head out from the stairway, peering about, then walked straight onto the second floor