"Finally born..."
Wang Ba gazed toward Northern Uttarakuru in the distance.
His gaze had already pierced the void.
But very soon, his line of sight was cut off outright.
An icy voice also reached his ears:
"What are you looking at!"
"Ahem."
Wang Ba coughed softly and turned his head away as though nothing had happened.
He was not normally so rash; he had merely sensed that Yu Wuhen had finally delivered the child in her womb and felt a little curious instinctively.
Glancing at the Divine Corpse, which had sunk completely into the Corpse-Suppressing Sea Eye on the seabed, he suddenly understood somewhat.
"So only now are the physical body and True Spirit completely severed? These Primordial Gods and Devils really are different from cultivators."
He turned toward Yuan Magnetism Rail Man, looking slightly embarrassed:
"Sorry for troubling you to make the trip, fellow Daoist."
Yuan Magnetism Rail Man's expression remained calm:
"It's fine. Senior Sister is a cultivator herself. She won't mind such trifles."
Wang Ba nodded and looked toward Northern Uttarakuru again.
He could vaguely sense that, with the birth of Yu Wuhen's child, the True Martial Incarnation seemed to have awakened from seclusion as well.
It was as though some invisible resonance existed between the two.
"Immortal Blood..."
Wang Ba's heart sank slightly despite himself.
He had always felt that, despite its many apparent benefits, the Immortal Blood might conceal some danger.
Yet so far, the Immortal Blood had shown no side effects.
Rather than feeling pleased, he only grew more unsettled.
"Hopefully it's just my imagination."
Sighing softly, he shifted his gaze again, taking in some of the changes occurring on Northern Uttarakuru. He calculated on his fingers, and his expression then grew somewhat strange and complicated:
"That boy... always fooling around."
"Forget it. I'll