Man is in the heavens, parasitic on the way

"I want to see who can leave in front of me!" The golden monkey, as large as a mountain, held a spear and sneered, "You dare to snatch my things. When the world gate closes, I'll make sure to properly deal with you!"

"This is bad, Old Monkey is guarding the gate. Now we can't get out," the Bear Child muttered softly among the vast crowd.

The laws of the Small World's free operation restrict the entry of high-level cultivators.

However, the upper limit for native creatures is higher than the restriction on the cultivation of external cultivators.

Those with profound cultivation who could deal with Old Monkey cannot enter, and those who can enter cannot deal with Old Monkey.

With Old Monkey blocking the gate, it's equivalent to blocking the path to survival.

But he wasn't that panicked. His eyes darted around, and Shi Hao whispered, "Xuantian Senior, what should we do now?"

"The monkey's idea is good, but it's like the moon in the water or flowers in a mirror," Fang Ming said with a calm tone, "Don't worry, just watch. The monkey is about to get a good beating."

As expected, just as the monkey killed a wave of mutant species collectively charging outwards, the Fire Emperor from the Fire Country in the outside world made a move.

Gale winds howled, and the essence of heaven and earth gathered like a tide, manifesting a giant golden palm.

The golden palm obscured the sky, like a divine palm reaching down from the heavens, swatting at the mountain-sized Old Monkey like a fly.

The golden monkey roared towards the sky, unleashing the Heaven-Reaching Phenomenon and Earth-Grasping Technique. Its three-headed, six-armed body rapidly expanded, towering into the clouds.

The spear in its hand also enlarged, no smaller than a mountain range.

As the sky-covering, sun-blocking palm descended, no matter how Old Monkey poked, stabbed, or parried with his spear, he couldn't damage it in the slightest.

The golden palm trembled, and with a muffled 'bang', the spear broke inch by inch, turning into fragments that rained down upon the earth.

As the palm pressed down, Old Monkey's body violently shook, and he was sent flying horizontally, turning into a stream of light that disappeared into the depths of the Small World.

The Fire Emperor's true body couldn't enter this Small World, yet just a manifested palm almost caused this monkey to perish.

Without that Old Monkey blocking the gate, many ancient mutant species within the Small World urgently sped towards the giant world gate.

The world gate was only open for a limited time. If they missed it, they wouldn't be able to leave!

After Shi Hao changed his form using a precious technique, he whispered, "Xuantian Senior, can this work for me? Can I fool those strong individuals outside?"

"No," Fang Ming immediately denied, then added, "That peacock, you teach him a lesson."

The peacock Fang Ming referred to was naturally the former Peacock Venerable, Kong Qiuji.

Inside the Qiankun Bag, Kong Qiuji immediately responded, "Senior, rest assured, I will handle this."

A little while later, Shi Hao mingled among the crowd and quietly left this realm, completely unnoticed.

Outside Broken Sky City, in the depths of the mountains, on a green stone.

Shi Hao took out his Qiankun Bag, happily counting his gains from the Small World in the Hundred Shattering Mountains.

This time entering the Small World of the Hundred Shattering Mountains, he could be said to have gained a lot.

His cultivation improved, he opened nine Cave Heavens, and also gained much from the Medicine Garden.

Spiritual medicines, monkey wine, two immortal peach trees, Taiyi True Water, flesh and blood of many remnant species...

For a foodie, what made him happiest was the many remnant species and fierce beasts he killed in the Small World.

"Hehe~" Shi Hao rubbed his hands and muttered to himself, "I'll keep these things and take them back. Then I can taste them with Dazhuang and Skinny Monkey and the others."

After identifying the direction, he was about to walk towards the location of Stone Village.

Just as he took a step, he paused, as if he remembered something, and muttered, "I've already found the broken sword. I wonder if Ghost Grandpa's curse has disappeared."

Shi Hao's little hand trembled, and he released Kong Qiuji, who had been stuffed inside the Qiankun Bag.

"Old Two Bald, do you think there's anything unusual about me?" Shi Hao asked, looking at the featherless strange bird in front of him.

"You Bear Child, you don't respect your great senior at all!" Kong Qiuji rolled his eyes. What kind of nickname was this? To think he, Peacock Venerable, was once a generation's divine bird, how could he have fallen to this state.

"Great Senior? Your appearance makes it hard for people to believe you're some great senior!" Shi Hao squinted at Kong Qiuji, pointing to the golden seed hanging in his hair, "See? This is the real great senior!"

Kong Qiuji cautiously glanced at the golden seed tied in Shi Hao's hair, shrank his head, and immediately deflated.

There was nothing he could do. In his current state, with this appearance, compared to the Nirvana of true powerful beings, he was indeed useless.

"This little brat is really ignorant," Kong Qiuji muttered softly, then looked at Shi Hao and observed him carefully.

"Huh, you Bear Child really is a bit off," Kong Qiuji said in surprise, "You've been cursed by a fierce ghost. A black mist is缠绕 around your forehead, and it's about to act up soon."

"It's over, with your cultivation, you're definitely dead!" Kong Qiuji's eyes rolled, intending to scare this little brat.

He wasn't lying, Shi Hao was indeed afflicted with some kind of curse, but Kong Qiuji was also just trying to scare him.

With the great senior present, this curse was completely not a problem.

"Who are you trying to scare!" Shi Hao shivered, his little head shrank, and he muttered, "I clearly found the broken sword, so why is the curse still here!"

"I was originally planning to go straight back to Stone Village, but forget it..." Shi Hao shook his head and walked towards Broken Sky City, "I should go back to Butian Pavilion first."

After walking a few steps, Shi Hao summoned the Qiankun Bag and put away Old Two Bald, Kong Qiuji.

Broken Sky City, the Butian Pavilion's驻地, accompanied by the opening of a brilliant spatial passage.

Shi Hao followed the Elder of Butian Pavilion into the passage and left Broken Sky City.

Inside the seed-fruit world, Fang Ming's divine sense swept through, engraving all the changes in his mind.

"In terms of spatial application, it is indeed stronger than Old Devil's side. It's so simple to open a teleportation passage spanning hundreds of thousands of miles," Fang Ming muttered to himself. The application of runes within it gave him a feeling that it could be done this way.

Just a small altar and two bone talismans opened a passage just now.

Even Fang Ming hadn't expected the application of spatial Dao symbols could be like this.

"Not only that, but the spatial Dao laws in both worlds are also different, and there are even relatively obvious differences..." Fang Ming calculated inwardly, his mind immersed, constantly deducing.

After an unknown amount of time, Fang Ming, who was immersed in various Dao laws, was awakened by a cry of surprise.

His divine sense swept over, and he immediately showed a humorous expression.

At this moment, this Bear Child was being lifted up and given a good beating by an old man with an ancient sword stuck in his head.

Ghost Grandpa, the founder of Butian Pavilion in the Eight Regions of the Lower Realm, and a discarded disciple of Butian Sect in the Upper Realm.

His strength in life is unknown. Currently, if he hadn't encountered people from the Heavenly Kingdom, he would probably be above the Venerable level, but lacking in Divine Fire and unable to sustain it.

Holding Shi Hao in one hand, Ghost Grandpa slapped him with the other, making Shi Hao howl.

Shi Hao resisted with all his might, unleashing various precious techniques, weaving runes, and struggling fiercely, but it was all useless.

No matter how he cried out, he couldn't break free and could only let out cries of pain.

Not far away, many people from Butian Pavilion stopped to watch, showing schadenfreude.

Although they could only see Shi Hao and not the founder of Butian Pavilion, 'Ghost Grandpa', they somewhat knew about the spiritual legends here.

For a time, laughter was constant.

Just as Fang Ming was watching with interest, Little Pagoda's voice came, "Profound Heaven Fellow Daoist, that Immortal blood doesn't seem to be contaminated by the so-called dark matter. I've used various methods, but I haven't been able to extract the so-called dark matter."

"Perhaps something went wrong!" Little Pagoda's voice was somewhat puzzled.

It didn't believe Fang Ming was lying to it.

The sealing incident showed that Fang Ming knew many things.

It also believed that the so-called dark contamination was real. It had witnessed some strange existences in the depths of the no man's land.

Those strange existences did indeed show some characteristics of being contaminated.

They devoured each other, then rapidly evolved in a short period, their strength soaring.

After hearing this, Fang Ming thought for a while and then said, "Tower Brother, is it possible that the existence of that contaminating substance led to the birth of this Immortal, rather than it becoming Immortal first and then being contaminated?"

Little Pagoda's solemn voice came, "If that's the case, with my current strength, I cannot separate that strange contaminating substance at all."

In fact, if contamination really existed, regardless of the situation, after a long period, the so-called contaminating substance would have long since integrated with Pumo King, becoming one.

Thus, ordinary methods naturally cannot refine and extract the contaminating substance within it.

Before Fang Ming finished thinking, Little Pagoda spoke again, saying, "How about Profound Heaven Fellow Daoist tries? I am a tower, and I am indeed not very good at this."

Separating the so-called contamination involved the art of refining medicine and elixirs. As a tower, this was indeed not its area of expertise.

"Then I'll give it a try," Fang Ming transmitted.

Refining medicine and elixirs, Fang Ming felt he had grasped the essence of it.

With his ability, he could completely refine and develop elixir recipes based on the characteristics of medicinal materials.

If it didn't work, it was mostly a matter of strength, that is, his current strength could not fully analyze the characteristics of the materials and handle the existing problems.

As soon as he agreed, the pure white bone pagoda tied between Shi Hao's hair gently trembled, a five-colored light flashed, and it disappeared without a trace.

The speed of this five-colored stream of light was so fast that no one present, regardless of their cultivation level, could see it clearly, only seeing a stream of light flash by.

No one knew where it went.

Suddenly, Ghost Grandpa, who was slapping Shi Hao, stopped and stared intently at the pure white bone pagoda on Shi Hao's hair.

"You kid, you have quite the luck!" Ghost Grandpa said, his old face full of surprise.

Only now did he notice the anomaly on this Bear Child's body. Before, he thought the bone pagoda was just a decoration.

He came from the Upper Realm and could sense that this was a supreme treasure, absolutely no weaker than the strongest magical artifacts ranked at the forefront in the Upper Realm.

"If that bone pagoda is a supreme magical artifact..." His thoughts turned, and his gaze shifted to the other side of Shi Hao's hair. With his current strength, he couldn't see more, "Then is this spherical object and this golden ancient pagoda also..."

Thinking of this, his emotions boiled, full of disbelief.

"My Butian Pavilion... Such a supreme treasure, even the Butian Sect in the Upper Realm doesn't have it..." Ghost Grandpa's thoughts were flying.

"Know fear now, right?" Shi Hao glared, "Hurry up and put me down, lest Grandpa Pagoda gets angry later. By then, no one will be able to save you!"

"Hehe..." Ghost Grandpa chuckled lightly, his right hand continued to lift, his deep eyes full of laughter, and he said, "I'm hitting you because it's good for you!"

As his voice fell, Shi Hao received another round of slapping.