After Wang Shouzhe successfully "persuaded" the tentacled monster, the Immortal Emperors, Hong, and the alien woman all heaved subtle sighs of relief.
Hong also reined in his aura at this moment.
Without that terrifying majesty to set him off, he instantly reverted to the appearance of an utterly ordinary old man—thin-bodied, with drooping brows and eyes.
He paced through the air to the tentacled monster's side and said blandly, "Relying solely on mental torrents to transmit information makes complex communication difficult. I have a method that can let it quickly learn the language of our Immortal Spirit Realm."
Even Wang Shouzhe was slightly surprised by this. "Senior actually possesses such a method?"
"It is merely a trifling trick, nothing particularly remarkable." Hong smiled as he took out a treasure that looked ancient and weighty, shaped like a Dao tome.
With a casual point of his finger, the Dao tome seemed to come alive, floating before the tentacled monster.
Streams of dazzling, multicolored light blossomed from the "Dao tome," turning into dreamlike torrents of information that poured into the tentacled monster's body.
The tentacled monster's tendrils twitched. It seemed to want to dodge, but halfway through the motion, it suddenly stiffened as though it had remembered something. In the end, it did not dare evade and remained rigidly in place as it received the torrents of information.
The next instant, its entire body twisted in agony. Its outstretched vine-like tentacles trembled ceaselessly, as though enduring pain it should never have had to bear.
Taking the opportunity, Hong gave a rough explanation. "In my early years, when I traveled to other worlds in search of fragments of the Realm Master Token, I often encountered situations where language was a barrier. Thus, I developed this Dao tome. It can instill our language system