The Dharma King said, "So you have many animal friends."
Master Zuo's tone carried a hint of melancholy. "I used to have a lot, but now I only have this one left."
As he spoke, he raised his arm, revealing a tattoo of a soaring eagle.
The Dharma King exclaimed, "Good heavens! So your whole world consists of Beast Tamer?"
He then winked at Qin Ze, who was standing to the side.
So, which of the two Beast Tamer is more qualified?
"I think it's about 50/50. This guy has a bond with his animal friends, and we have a bond with Pretty God too."
" Snow Leopard, let's go!"
"I still think Master Zuo's credentials are more substantial, after all, he really does train animals."
"..."
Listening to the voices of his clones on the Local Area Network, Qin Ze replied, "I have been seriously training cattle and horses too."
The clones. "..."
Master Zuo said, "I prefer the title 'Trainer' to ' Beast Tamer '."
The Dharma King: "Why have your other Pokémon abandoned you?"
Master Zuo remained silent for a long time, his eyes fixed on the tattoo on his arm.
They're all dead.
"They helped me escape the night the world ended."
"I'm the only one who escaped."
Master Zuo's throat tightened.
Painful memories flooded back, and he felt like he was suffocating.
Often, it is the living who suffer more.
They lived in constant regret and self-blame.
He kept asking himself why he wasn't the one who died back then.
"I've decided to participate in the Myriad Races Grand Tournament."
"I will publicly expose the hypocritical mask of the Ancient Race!"
Master Zuo looked up at Qin Ze.
Qin Ze sighed inwardly.
When the Myriad Races Grand Tournament truly begins, what good will it do to expose the hypocrisy of the Ancient Race?
They have achieved their goal.
How could Master Zuo not know this in his heart?
It's just his obsession.
Everyone needs to find something to do.
Master Zuo suddenly said, "I think the Strange God doesn't just randomly select worlds in the Abyss; He has a purpose."
Qin Ze: "Where can it be seen?"
Master Zuo replied seriously, "I heard that Strange God unintentionally utter a somewhat unclear Spirit Language."
"Not here, where is it?"
He seems to be looking for something.
"And this thing only exists in worlds that have been passed down from the age of gods."
" The Ancient Race are the next targets that the Strange God will sweep through."
Qin Ze fell into deep thought.
The clone on the Local Area Network said, "My intuition tells me that the Strange God is looking for the Pretty God."
Qin Ze, however, felt that they weren't looking for him.
Because he had just met that Strange God not long ago, although at that time the other party's attention was not entirely on him.
"Is the attack on your world by a Strange God entirely white?"
How did you know?
As the conversation deepened, Master Zuo discovered that Qin Ze also harbored a great secret.
Qin Ze frowned.
That shouldn't be the case.
He didn't think that the Strange God was very strong at the time.
Even a single lingering remnant of the God of Machinery could crush Him.
Even with her Pretty God buff fully activated, she can still hold her own for several rounds against her opponent.
Such a Strange God could not only wipe out the ordinary world, but also destroy a civilization that had lasted for ten thousand years.
Do you have Demigod in your world?
Master Zuo nodded. "Our ancestor is Demigod, he's no match for him."
Qin Ze is currently unsure which part of the process went wrong.
Is the Strange God too powerful, or is the Frenzied Fang Civilization too weak?
"In short, I will definitely participate in this Myriad Races Grand Tournament."
Master Zuo clenched his fist.
Qin Ze was speechless. "Fine, I'll participate. Why are you yelling so loudly?"
Master Zuo waved his hand, got up, and walked towards the door.
"If you still want to sell the eagle, you can come to the restaurant tonight to find me."
Master Zuo disappeared into the night, vanishing without a trace.
The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop; neither Brother Devour nor the Dharma King made a sound to disturb his thoughts.
Should we stop this Myriad Races Grand Tournament?
Qin Ze really wanted to explore what lay behind the Northern Heaven Gate, for the truth of the world was buried there.
This time, the Ancient Race clearly intend to send in the most outstanding talents of Myriad Races.
Qin Ze went with the flow and easily gained entry.
However, if the Northern Heaven Gate were to open, it would accelerate the version updates of the Abyss.
Brother Devour said, "Instead of considering whether to stop it, we should first think about whether we can stop it."
"On the day of the Myriad Races Grand Tournament, at least one Demigod will be stationed at the Black Market, not including the other Peak of Level Nine, Level Nine, and numerous Advanced Martial Artist."
Without a doubt, the Circus would lose in a team battle.
But if it's something like stealing or sneaking around... there's still a chance if you try to get information indirectly.
" The Abyss cannot be fast-forwarded to the next version at this time."
A version update is inevitable.
But Qin Ze wasn't ready, or rather, the Human Race wasn't ready.
He wanted to figure out how to shut down the world, to Human Race with an insurance policy.
At that time, it will truly be able to attack or defend as needed.
Qin Ze quickly devised a strategy. " The Chaos Pearl of the Blazing Sun Clan will likely arrive the day after tomorrow morning, after which entry and exit from the Black Market will be prohibited."
"If we can destroy that Chaos Pearl, they won't be able to hold this Myriad Races Grand Tournament even if they want to."
The only remaining Chaos Pearl is in the hands of the Spirit Clan.
The Spirit Clan has now shut down.
The Spirit Clan would not open the world just to pass on the Chaos Pearl.
Brother Devour asked, "Have you thought it through?"
Qin Ze nodded slightly. "Let's explore the truth of the world another day."
Magician: "Seriously, I'm crying my eyes out! The Pretty God is truly a selfless and compassionate deity who cares deeply for all living beings!"
The Dharma King chuckled, "No matter how much you flatter her, the Pretty God won't give you the Soul Orb. You'd be better off trying to win over the Brother Devour."
Brother Devour: "There's no need for that."
Qin Ze continued to have the Heavenly King keep watch outside, while he quietly returned to his Second Sister's villa under the cover of night.
After retrieving his clone, Qin Ze sat down inside the formation.
Listen carefully; there are no unusual noises from next door.
This means that his Second Sister didn't notice that he had secretly slipped out and then secretly returned.
Qin Ze sat inside the formation and fell asleep.
The next morning, he was awakened by footsteps at the door.
thump thump thump--
Qin Ze stretched and got up to open the door.
My Second Sister wore a loose-fitting white silk loungewear dress, her beautiful curves subtly revealed.
"Many more secret guards have been added to the city."
"Don't go out. If the Night Clan subdues you, even if I intervene, I won't be able to get you out."
Qin Ze nodded like a chick pecking at rice. "I'll stay here, I'm not going anywhere."
Second Sister can rest assured for now.
Qin Ze was indeed very quiet last night.
After giving Qin Ze her instructions, the Second Sister returned to the next room, seemingly planning to work from home today.
Qin Ze spent the day idly in his room.
As night fell, a doorbell rang downstairs.
Qin Ze went outside out of curiosity, leaning his arms against the railing, just in time to see his Second Sister inviting someone in.
A man dressed in a black cloak strode in.
He noticed the gaze from the second floor and looked up at Qin Ze.
Their gazes met, and Qin Ze was taken aback.
It is Daoist Miao.