Chapter 1 For How Long?

How long had the mountain spirit, or rather, the former Daoist Master Dao Zhi, Master Wang Guan, been trapped in this misty realm?

Even he himself didn't know.

He only vaguely remembered being sent by his so-called "master" into a dark corner of a lower level of the Demon Imprisonment Cave, silently dormant in the form of a silkworm cocoon, waiting for the day he would be awakened.

Within the cocoon, the flesh buds all over his body gradually calmed from chaos, and hair began to grow back on his body.

His muddled memories were also gradually recovered, piecing together incomplete recollections of half a lifetime.

Perhaps because of the influence of the misty realm, he woke up earlier than his master had predicted.

However, this was not a good thing.

The mountain spirit, with his will restored, found himself shrinking within the narrow silkworm cocoon, unable to hear or see, unable to lift his hands or set his feet, unable to cause even the slightest damage to the cocoon despite his best efforts, let alone escape from it.

Pitch black, a lifeless, empty pitch black, became all that the mountain spirit could perceive.

Time completely lost its meaning. At first, the mountain spirit tried to mark time for himself.

But as time passed, he eventually gave up—the red-bellied Daoist had only planted a divine thought in his heart: "Someone may awaken you in the future," without giving a specific time limit.

Perhaps even the red-belly himself couldn't be sure whether this casually placed chess piece would be useful in the future.

No one responded to his calls, no one cared about his struggles.

At least when the Great Sage of the ape tribe was trapped under the mountain, he could see the clouds, flowers, birds, and trees in the sky, and hear the chirping of insects and birds. Occasionally, he could even eat a sour and astringent fruit.

But the mountain spirit was accompanied only by deathly silence, pitch black, and a future with no hope in sight.

Thus, he fell into utter madness.

Chaotic flesh buds drilled out of his skin, and the impulse to destroy and ruin everything completely occupied his mind. The massive flesh bud ape squeezed into the narrow silkworm cocoon, using its fists to smash the thin layer of the cocoon into various shapes.

But even an unintelligent demon in a frenzied flesh bud state could not destroy the cocoon.

Instead, he was influenced by the formations engraved inside and outside the cocoon, gradually awakening, and once again allowing his own sanity to take the lead.

The mountain spirit couldn't remember how many times he had gone mad over the long years, or how much of his current memory was made up of erroneous recollections added by random thoughts in the flesh bud state.

But he could still remember the smell of those who killed him.

"Do you remember me?"

The mountain spirit whispered, his body instantly expanding, the black robe draped over him torn apart and flying in the air.

Appearing in its place was a "monster" more than six meters tall.

It had the outline of a mountain spirit, every inch of its body composed of flesh buds, with occasional clumps of thick hair growing within.

Its inverted triangular upper body was more robust than its lower body, and two pillar-like thick arms stood on the ground like battering rams.

The dense flesh buds on the mountain spirit's face burst open due to excessive excitement, splattering countless bloody filth.

It raised its fist and gently hammered the ground, smashing grooves and cracks into the earth.

Thump, thump.

The earth trembled slightly, and even from dozens of meters away, Li Ang could still feel the terrifying power contained in the opponent's massive body.

"Hahaha!"

On the mountain spirit's blood-smeared, hideous face, a狂笑that was so excited it cracked open—his face really did crack open from the middle, revealing the dense flesh buds wriggling madly like worms inside his head.

"I am the mountain spirit that you reduced to ashes!"

"Sorry, who?"

Li Ang flicked his spear and said in a deep voice, "The one you want to seek revenge on is the one who killed you. What does it have to do with me, the Jijiu?"

Fortunately, the real Jijiu was far away, thousands of meters away, and didn't hear these words, lest he feel his balls tighten.

"Hahaha!!"

The mountain spirit completely ignored Li Ang's explanation, thumped his chest, and with an agility that completely defied his massive body, leaped up and fell towards Li Ang.

Li Ang dodged the mountain spirit's arm smash, and his figure instantly disappeared from the spot.

The mountain spirit fell like a meteor, and the violent shock wave stirred up countless flying sand and rocks, shaking the ordinary people in the innermost circle until they staggered, bled from their ears, and fell to the ground.

Li Ang reappeared not far away, holding two k19 grenade launchers borrowed from Ash, constantly pulling the trigger and bombarding the mountain spirit.

One 430 multi-purpose high-explosive grenade after another hit the surface of the mountain spirit, blasting the ape's body into a bloody mess.

However, in the damaged parts of the ape's body, the minced meat surged, and flesh buds grew rapidly, spreading, connecting with each other, and "sewing" all the injuries at an extremely fast speed, healing as before.

What was even more exaggerated was that these flesh buds, which were constantly emitting demonic aura, did not stop after healing the mountain spirit, but further expanded and swelled, constantly expanding the ape's body.

"Crack, crack, crack, crack..."

Inside the mountain spirit's body, there was a continuous burst of cracking sounds—the flesh buds that made up its body were crushed and exploded by the overly膨胀 weight,

But more flesh buds were recasting the mountain spirit's body with a more perfect load-bearing structure.

Every minute and every second, it was getting stronger.

Bang!

The mountain spirit, which had been silently enduring the grenade bombardment, suddenly raised its arm and accurately grasped a grenade flying towards its head, crushing it violently.

Its palm was blown to pieces by the high-explosive grenade that was enough to destroy a fortress, but the surface of the newly born palm had been quietly covered with a thin layer of black scale armor.

As the creation of Kuiyang Sect's Red Belly, these flesh buds that make up the mountain spirit's body are a special kind of demon in themselves.

Although they do not have any wisdom, they have the characteristic of "being able to evolve the most suitable structure for the external environment."

As long as the demonic energy does not stop, the mountain spirit can be said to be immortal. Every time it is reborn, it will become stronger than before.

Of course, this also triggered a new problem. Is the current mountain spirit Wang Guan with a flesh bud body, or flesh buds with Wang Guan's memory? Its spirit has already merged with its body, inseparable.

Whoosh—

The mountain spirit's flesh bud arm suddenly stretched out more than twenty meters, like a rubber man in legends, punching towards Li Ang's location.

Li Ang hurriedly entered the gray-white world to avoid this punch.

But the mountain spirit seemed to have seen through his thoughts. The fist, as big as a sandbag, suddenly burst open, like a blooming flower, opening countless slender flesh buds, frantically swinging and whipping the air around the fist.

The mountain spirit could not see what was happening in the gray-white world, but it could use this indiscriminate attack method to make its attack a part of the gray-white world, thereby injuring the enemy in the spherical术式.

Li Ang hurriedly activated the Boots of Phasing, avoiding the flesh bud whipping in the gray-white world, looking for an opportunity to withdraw from the spherical术式, and launch a sinister attack from the corner.

"You want to sneak attack, right?"

The mountain spirit smiled coldly and狂乱at the empty space, "Hiding your head and showing your tail, unwilling to show your face, then I will force you out!"

With that, it slammed its arm, and the arm bone turned into a sharp blade in mid-air, slashing towards the already hoarse昙花patients.

It did not care about the lives of these humans. After the death of the Viper and another昙花member, the ritual had reached the minimum requirement for pollution, and it was only a matter of time before the ritual was completed.

Even if these昙花patients were all exterminated, it would not affect the completion of the ritual.

A bone spear blade emerged from the void, barely blocking in front of a group of昙花patients.

Li Ang supported the spear with one hand, and in the other hand, only the already drunk Emperor's Dew remained.