"Then whose magic artifact is this?" the Earth Child asked, "Ancient Buddha? Heavenly Venerate? Blood Well? Or the Witch God? Or even those Heavenly God-level ones?"
Yun Ziliang glanced at the Earth Child and said, "You big fatty weighing over five hundred pounds, can't you use your brain a little? What's a storyteller? Someone who conveys divine decrees from the ultimate will,
among the God-level beings in the heavens, only the storyteller can briefly contact the ultimate will. So, this dreamscape magic artifact is most likely a handiwork of the ultimate will."
Mr. Bai Liu also said, "Since it's a handiwork of the ultimate will, is it something you can enter and exit as you please?"
"Enough of that talk about the ultimate will and whatnot. That Dragon Seeking Taoist, did you say I'm a five-hundred-pound fatty? You motherfucker, you've breached my taboo!"
The Earth Child roared, his whole body of fat trembling, ready to teach Yun Ziliang a lesson.
