Daoist Ye Zhuo naturally showed no intention to refuse, his expression brightening as he accepted the magical treasure.
"Senior Brother, you should have mentioned it earlier! If you're interested in Dual Cultivation, I know the Great Sun Sword Tomb has plenty of Little Night Wanderers versed in Yin-Yang…"
Before Daoist Ye Zhuo could finish his sentence, the Ghost Tiger beneath Li Mo's feet lunged forward and swallowed him whole, transporting him to another corner of the Cancer Island.
"Wasting away in the Heavenly Sword Sect is a pity. Ye Zhuo, you belong in the Ten Desires Forest of the Ten Thousand Demon Dao."
Li Mo massaged the bridge of his nose, his head aching. As his gaze lifted, he saw embryos forming, countless mortals being born, and under the guidance of Taoist Children, beginning to flock toward Business Leader City.
The scene resembled the calamities and disasters of the mortal world—a locust plague.
