Fate always pushes everyone forward, whether one is wise or foolish, willing or unwilling.
The life of captivity by the Disaster Fighting King Beast had already lasted for quite some days.
Embarrassment was, of course, embarrassing, and helplessness was inevitably helpless.
But time is the most resolute, leaving whether or not you are ready.
Every day at the lair of the Huo Dou, Jiang Wang did nothing but practice, then repeatedly ate fire lotuses and spewed fire...
Spewing until he almost spat blood.
The Samadhi True Fire became purer, and "Trident" became more spirited, its fur shiny and sleek, looking as if it could be cooked into a fragrant meal—if it could be cooked.
"Trident" was the nickname Jiang Wang gave to the Disaster Fighting King Beast because its tail had three prongs.
The Disaster Fighting King Beast accepted it indifferently since it couldn't understand human speech anyway.
