The Magical Beast Mountain Range was lush with greenery in May.
Loa took a diagonal route-from the central axis of the core region, cutting northeast into the Holy Union. This let him avoid the border between the Dark Alliance and the Holy Union and save himself a great deal of trouble.
Three months had passed.
Ever since leaving Thunder-Magnetic Mountain, he had been on the move. He traveled by day and by night, finding somewhere to rest when he grew tired, then continuing when he woke. Along the way, he had encountered a few magical beasts that did not know better, and Wangcai had dealt with them all-or, more precisely, he had forced Wangcai to deal with them.
The little fellow was now three months old.
He had grown two sizes since birth, from one forearm long to two. His purple down was still just as soft, but he already stirred the wind when he ran. His four little legs moved so fast that Loa felt even an ordinary Rank 6 Warrior could not outrun him.
At noon that day, the man and dog stopped in an open area.
Sparse woods surrounded a patch of grass, and the sunlight was just right. A stream murmured in the distance, and the scent of grass and wildflowers drifted through the air.
Loa found a flat rock and sat cross-legged.
Hidden Abyss lay across his knees.
He closed his eyes and began circulating the Wind-Thunder Two Forms Transformation Scripture.
Within his dantian, the long river of blue-purple liquid battle-qi flowed slowly. Three months had passed, and the river had grown a little wider and deeper. The amount of liquid battle-qi had increased by half since he first broke through to Level Seven, showing faint signs of advancing toward mid seventh rank.
He guided