In the Ice Gale World, not a single speck of dust was stirred, yet all the Cold Flame Snakes lay prostrate on the ground. Those of Jin Beast level and above were fine, but those below Jin Beast level lost control of their bowels.
Fat Snake Xiao Guan had his eyes closed, his head continuously knocking against the ground, his Spiritual Awareness repeatedly pleading, “Mercy, mercy…”
The Soul Tribulation’s Soul pressure made him abandon all thoughts of resistance.
The Lightning Giant Dragon pinpointed Qian Duoduo’s location, opened its enormous mouth wide, and swallowed in one gulp.
Two streaks of Purple Gold light shot from the Golden Winged Bird’s eyes, instantly striking the Dragon’s eyes.
The Dragon’s eyes immediately became hollow, and it couldn’t help but howl upwards in pain.
Before it could roar a second time, the Golden Winged Bird had already landed on its head, its sharp beak pecking forcefully, biting off a large chunk of flesh from the Dragon’s head.
The Dragon’s body softened like noodles boiled in water, and it plummeted from the sky.
The Dragon waved its Dragon claws, attempting to snatch the Purple-Eyed Golden Winged Bird from its head.
However, without eyes, it couldn’t even grasp a single feather of the Purple-Eyed Golden Winged Bird.
The Purple-Eyed Golden Winged Bird’s sharp beak seemed unhurried, but in reality, it was incredibly swift, each peck leaving the Dragon defenseless.
It unhurriedly finished pecking at the Dragon’s head, and the Lightning Giant Dragon could no longer maintain its Dragon form, transforming into a stream of soul liquid, which the Golden Winged Bird gently inhaled and swallowed into its belly.
Before Qian Duoduo, the hundreds of feet long Giant Dragon turned into soul liquid and was thus elegantly and deliciously swallowed into the Purple-Eyed Golden Winged Bird’s belly.
It ate happily, but it scared Fat Snake Xiao Guan half to death.
Snakes are small Dragons.
This Golden Winged Bird, which flew out of Senior Brother’s body, wouldn’t try to sate its hunger with Cold Flame Snakes when it’s hungry, would it?
Perhaps the lower-grade Cold Flame Snakes wouldn’t even be enough to fill its teeth; if it were to eat, it would have to pick the fatter ones.
Fat Snake Xiao Guan’s tail, which had just stopped trembling, began to tremble even more violently, his mind constantly thinking about how to deal with the Golden Winged Bird.
With the danger cleared, Qian Duoduo also recovered his senses and looked down into the Lower Spirit Sea.
As his gaze swept around, he was so happy he almost screamed. The Sacred Artifact Spirit, transformed into a chubby boy, was sitting in the abyss of the Lower Spirit Sea, observing his surroundings.
He finally woke up!
Qian Duoduo was overjoyed.
He raised the Entering Saint Key in his hand and placed it on the Four-Not-Alike Puppet’s heart.
“A Saint is not an artifact; only by not being an artifact can one become a Sacred Artifact!”
Qian Duoduo shouted loudly, and a golden Spiritual Qi extended from the Lower Spirit Sea, connecting with the Four-Not-Alike Puppet.
Hearing Qian Duoduo’s roar, the Sacred Artifact Spirit was startled. Following Qian Duoduo’s Spiritual Qi, he saw the Four-Not-Alike Puppet outside and the Entering Saint Key in the Puppet’s heart.
The chubby boy thought for a moment and began to climb up along the Spiritual Vein.
His chubby body, however, couldn’t possibly pass through.
The chubby boy wasn’t stupid; he transformed into a stream of Soul, passing through the Middle Spirit Sea, the Upper Spirit Sea, and arriving outside Qian Duoduo’s body.
Qian Duoduo’s tears almost fell.
He had expended great effort and risked exposure just to lure this chubby boy out, and he finally succeeded.
If he hadn’t come out, he would have turned into the chubby boy, and then exploded and died!
The Sacred Artifact Spirit looked at the Four-Not-Alike Puppet but then sat on top of Qian Duoduo’s head, motionless. Beside him, the Golden Winged Bird was absorbing the last few sips of soul liquid.
“He despises my Puppet”—Qian Duoduo’s recently joyful mood instantly vanished.
At this moment, Liu Boli softly said to him, “Your materials are too low-grade. The Artifact Spirit—the Great Master—doesn’t like them very much.”
Before the Sacred Artifact Spirit, even the Master, a Fifth-Rank Refiner, couldn’t maintain his composure, uttering the words “Great Master.”
Qian Duoduo gritted his teeth, “This is only your temporary residence. Little Brother promises you that when I have better materials in the future, I will refine an even better body for you.”
