Wet viviparity

Chapter 965 Waking from a Dream, Snotty Talk
Within the Dharma Realm, blood surged and evil roared, howls echoed. Ji Ming examined the words in his treasure eye. The current word was the character "wet." This word had been formed long ago, and Ji Ming didn't feel anything about it. He just hoped that the next one wouldn't be this word.

Upon placing the first "Dream Pillow" under my head, my consciousness quickly became heavy and chaotic, as if sinking into the depths of a viscous swamp, unable to stretch my limbs.

When he regained consciousness, his awareness lingered in the damp, foul-smelling environment.

Ji Ming found himself deep within the rotting flesh of a corpse, surrounded by wriggling, gnawed creatures of his own kind.

Thick bodily fluids enveloped every inch of his body, and the stench of decay permeated every part of him. He never imagined that one day he would be transformed into a maggot.

He quickly became familiar with the maggot's body, struggling to crawl outwards, breaking through the maze-like layer of rotting flesh, squeezing out his fellow maggots who were "feasting," and finally exposing himself to the air and sunlight.

Before this moment, he had never felt the sun so scorching, as if he were in an oven.

Immediately, he stopped all movement, letting himself dehydrate rapidly in the sunlight, gradually stiffening, his consciousness beginning to drift away, and the dream ended.

Ji Ming sat up and picked up the Treasure Eye again. There were no words in the pupil of the Treasure Eye. Ji Ming kept moving the Five Elements and refining them into pure spiritual energy to replenish it. The second word gradually became clear. It was still the word "wet".

Ji Ming was not discouraged and accepted the result calmly. He changed his dream pillow and lay down again.

This time, as soon as he regained consciousness, he felt suspended in mid-air. He tried to squeeze out a bit of his primordial spirit to observe the outside environment. It turned out that he was on a spider web.

He had become a dew worm, born from the morning dew and the essence of the sun, condensing and growing on a spider web at that very dawn.

At this moment, he was hanging on a slender yet strong silk thread, resembling a spider with segmented limbs, his body as smooth as jade, reflecting the magnificent light of the rising sun, with a bottomless abyss-like clearing in the forest below.

He could sense his own rounded shape, the wondrous condensation of the water element within him, and the danger of falling at any moment.

"I never expected it to become such a wondrous object. If I had enough time, I could have experienced this unique spiritual cultivation method. What a pity."

As a gentle breeze blew by, Ji Ming finally broke free from the silk net beneath him. During his fall, he shattered into tiny droplets of water, and the consciousness within the dew-covered insect dissipated along with it—the dream ended, and the word "wet" vanished once more.

He loosened his five fingers and gently rotated his precious eye in his palm, "enjoying" the infusion of inspiration. A word appeared in his pupil—[Egg].

"almost!"

Ji Ming remained patient. He could feel that the treasure eye was beginning to respond to his thoughts and meet his expectations. Success was not far away.

As he lay down again, something else crept into the ancient city walls, besides the giant spirit still locked in its fierce battle.

One of the monsters had a body like a dragon, but shorter than a dragon. It had no claws or scales, and its whole body was grayish-white with smooth skin like a porpoise. Sometimes it crawled on the ground, and sometimes it stood upright and looked into the distance. Its head had a narrow snout.

While the giant spirit attracted most of the attention of the Cloud and Rain Temple, the monster circled around to the weakest point in the defenses, passing right by the location of the Dharma Realm.

He did not linger outside the Dharma Realm, but wisely chose to continue deeper, but soon retreated, or rather, was forced back by the sea yaksha.

"You mountain dragon bastards from the Jiao Demon Palace, you can be found everywhere, as expected." The sea yaksha said with disgust, stepping forward with his harpoon, sticky water droplets dripping from the three prongs.

"Hehe!" The mountain dragon monster retreated to the edge of the dark realm, faintly hearing sharp howls in its ears. Its bones softened, and it could no longer laugh.

He suddenly realized, "So that's how it is. Your Yunyu Temple couldn't accurately assess the situation here either, so you created the illusion of weak defenses around here to lure me into this trap."

"So what if you know?" Hai Yacha sneered. "Back then, during the Great Council, your Jiao Mo Palace betrayed us and changed your flag. Did you ever imagine that now Bao Zi Gong De Ling Ting is connecting various interests in Tian Nan and making Tian Nan as solid as an iron barrel?"

Seeing this, your Demon King Wu Jiao of the Jiao Demon Palace is now regretting his actions. Knowing that the Daoist service department of He Guan is unreliable, he has become a lackey at the Heavenly River Altar, hoping to be accepted back by the Spirit Court. After all your hard work over the years, how many scraps have you gotten in return?

"There are plenty of bones, enough to fill our bellies."

The mountain dragon chuckled as it spoke, its shameless words startling the sea nymph.

"Bastard." The next moment, the sea demon slipped and was right in front of him in the blink of an eye.

The mountain dragon monster suddenly sprang up its powerful tail, soared upwards, spread its three pairs of lateral fins under its belly like small wings, and flew into the air, laughing loudly: "Look! You can't stop that Dragon Lord Giant Spirit General Li Bi Ti at all."

The two currently stationed at Forbidden Mountain are Master Jiang of Jia Peak and the Bright Moon Boy under the Little Saint's command. Their reason for not showing themselves is simply to use you all to force out Li Biti's potential. Your conspiracy here will ultimately fail.

At this moment, Ji Ming was in the mud and sand of the riverbank.

He had just hatched from the turtle egg, brushed aside layers of sand, and was enjoying the sunshine and warm breeze on the shimmering lake. At that moment, his voice from beyond the Dharma Realm faintly came through his physical body. "It seems that the place of the Dangerous Path God is not absolutely safe. The Cloud and Rain Temple has indeed lost its foundation."

Thinking this, Ji Ming did not hesitate to mobilize the meager strength of his turtle body and slam his head into a hard reef next to him.

The giant spirit that charged into the city was not made of flesh and blood, but was a divine general created by Li Biti, a true disciple of Tianhe Peak, who combined the strengths of the two true methods, "Taiyi Jiabu True Method" and "Nine-Bend Tianhe True Method".

Although some elders at Taiping Mountain say that the "Nine-Bend Heavenly River True Method" originated from the "Taiyi Jiabu True Method," and that Li Biti's actions cannot prove his talent, such sour words still cannot dim the brilliance of this true disciple.

The giant spirit, standing seven zhang tall, was entirely dark yellow-brown, barefoot and bare-chested, wearing a leopard-skin skirt, and exuded a pure sense of power capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks with every move it made.

He ignored the evil spells that swirled around him like fireflies, while the flying swords, poisonous water, and dark lightning from the Cloud and Rain Temple demons struck him, at most creating a few sparks, not even slowing his steps by the slightest.

"Stop him!"

"Don't let him get near the roots!"

A demon general riding on dark clouds shouted sternly, ordering his children to form an array, attempting to block the giant spirit's vision and shut down its primordial spirit with the viscous poisonous clouds.

With a deafening roar, a simple, unadorned straight punch was delivered, instantly compressing the air into a visible white shockwave. The demon general and his horde of demons were shattered like fragile bubbles.

The force of the punch remained undiminished, instantly turning several stragglers behind it into a cloud of blood mist and shattered bones.

On the other side, a massive bull demon was struggling to lift a boulder the size of a small hill. Before it could even lift it, a giant arm casually swatted it down as if swatting a fly.

The giant rock, along with the bull demon below it, was driven several feet into the ground, creating a spiderweb-like crater on the ground covering half an acre.

The giant strides forward with all its might, each step causing the earth to tremble and the peaks to shake, leaving a deep trail of footprints that stretches towards the Great Hall within the city walls.

This was built by the giant Lumberjack. Only a few lonely, towering pillars remain, along with the massive stone foundation beneath. The giant spirit looks up at the dome from here, and his figure appears extremely small in this grand hall.

The giant opened its mouth wide, its upper and lower jaws stretched to their limit, and a Taoist priest with his hair tied in a topknot and his clothes dirty and his face grimy stood up between two rows of gleaming white teeth, gazing blankly at the sky.

This Taoist was Li Biti, a native of Qingping. He was fond of Taoism from a young age and first studied medicine and alchemy under the Kuangshan Xinglin lineage. Later, after the establishment of the Baozi Gongde Lingting, the cabinet selected outstanding talents from various sects in Tiannan to go to the Taoist academy at the foot of Taiping Mountain for intensive training and to be immersed in the Taoist spirit.

He was discovered by Master Baoqu of Tianhe Peak during his intensive training, and after being investigated by people sent by the cabinet, he switched from the Kuangshan Xinglin lineage to Master Baoqu of Tianhe Peak.

Later, he received the true teachings of Taiping Mountain and, after achieving initial success in his cultivation, he practiced medicine in Tiannan to accumulate good deeds and merits.

It was just because of a rumor in the martial arts world that when people asked him for medicine, he would make pills from snot and grime and give them to them, and their illnesses would be cured immediately. So he was given the name "Snot Taoist". Over time, even his fellow disciples called him Li Snot. As for his real name, few people remembered it.

His gaze shifted from the unfathomable sky to the distant earthen roots.

"Fierce God, Great Wind."

To uncover the secrets of Yunyu Temple here, Dafeng will be the biggest obstacle. He must lure him out, and he cannot rely on the help of Master Jiang and Brother Mingyue. Only in this way can he demonstrate his full potential.

At this moment, a demon emerged from the ground, wielding a hook blade, intending to sever the giant spirit's tendons.

"Did you notice?!"

Li Biti chuckled. Although his Dragon Lord Giant Spirit General was forged with true magic, its structure was entirely modeled after the human body. If his Achilles tendon was hooked, he would indeed suffer severe damage in a short time.

Longbo Giant Spirit General stomped his foot, and the ground churned like waves. The air within a radius of four or five miles was also shaken apart. The demons hiding underground were instantly shaken, their bones broken and tendons snapped. Some of the weaker demons were directly crushed into a pulp. This is the power of brute force overcoming all techniques.

That wasn't all. Li Biti glanced at a giant pillar, its upper half broken off, leaving only three or four hundred feet tall. He then estimated the distance from this place to the mud root, smiled excitedly, and then sank back into the giant spirit's mouth.

Immediately afterwards, Longbo Giant Spirit God retreated about a hundred paces, maintaining a charging posture facing the direction of the giant pillar.

"It happened!"

At the same time, both Da Feng and Ji Ming realized something was wrong.

(End of this chapter)