"Little sister, can you help me ascend to heaven this once?"
"Big brother, hehe, why don't we fly together..."
Ji Mo asked the nearby creatures with a fawning smile, hoping for their help.
However.
These creatures all felt their scalps tingle, their faces changing drastically.
The females turned pale with fright, their faces flushing red, covering their faces and fleeing.
The males trembled uncontrollably, instinctively covering their buttocks, their faces filled with terror, shaking their heads desperately.
No one dared to risk being toyed with and tormented by this scumbag who dared to get a true dragon pregnant and then deny responsibility after pulling up his pants.
As for the seemingly normal words "ascend to heaven" and "fly together," they were perceived as lewd and suggestive phrases in their eyes.
After all, who would have thought that the formidable person who could blast a Nether Clan General with a single punch couldn't fly?
Facing everyone's strange glances, Ji Hanhan was speechless.
It was understandable for the girls to be afraid, but what was with the expressions of these grown men?
It was as if I would do something to them.
"Alas, what kind of world is this? Besides myself, there isn't a single decent person."
Ji Mo lamented the decline of human morality, believing everyone was tainted.
It seemed the world was as pure as paper, with only him remaining.
He sighed, gazing at the mountain peak emitting a strange, radiant glow at a forty-five-degree angle, and whispered, "Could it be the legendary divine mountain, Buzhou?"
Among the crowd, there were grandmasters skilled in formations and deduction. They gathered, discussing eagerly how to safely pass through the passage and enter the 109th peak.
They finally concluded that the spatial forces at the entrance were too violent and chaotic to safely enter. They had to wait for a while until the energy stabilized before there was a chance to enter.
The treasure mountain was right before their eyes, but everyone could only stare helplessly.
However, this also gave everyone ample time to prepare and assemble the strongest lineup to enter the divine mountain.
Then, at some point, a haze of mist rose and silently enveloped Ji Mo.
Ji Hanhan, lost in thought, his vision gradually blurred, his pupils lost focus, and he remained motionless.
Colorful flags fluttered, flowers bloomed, and a dilapidated old Western-style house covered in vines stood quietly in the morning sunlight.
The seven mottled characters "Chun Tian Hua Hua Orphanage" were mostly obscured by a Chinese toon tree over ten meters tall.
Beneath the tree, a few mischievous children were searching for red beans amidst the falling dry leaves.
In a bedroom.
A little girl, as delicate as a carved jade, climbed onto a small bed and shook a little boy who was still asleep, drooling.
"Little Mo, you lazy pig, wake up, the sun is shining on your butt..."
Hearing the familiar voice, Ji Mo struggled to open his eyes and saw that familiar smiling face, stunned: "Sister Bao'er? Is it really you."
"You've slept silly, if it's not me, who else could it be."
The little girl rubbed the little boy's chubby cheeks with her fair little hands, then yanked open the quilt and pulled him up.
"Stinky Mo Mo, you wet the bed again, shame on you."
The little girl exclaimed with laughter, as if she had discovered a new continent.
"Ah..."
Ji Mo was dumbfounded.
This intimate scene was truly incredibly nostalgic.
Then, he saw a familiar sight.
The little girl took off the pink rubber band from her hair, stuffed it into the little boy's hand, and said with a blank, adorable expression: "From now on, tie up your little bull when you sleep, and you won't wet the bed."
Ji Mo looked at the rubber band in his palm, a long-lost warmth rising in his heart, and said with a bitter smile, "Sister Bao'er, why was I so stupid when I was little, always believing your nonsense..."
Within the surging mist, Ji Mo was like a sculpture, completely trapped in an illusion.
"You dare to kill my Nether Clan General, I will surely make your life worse than death. Fifth Brother, Fourth Brother is here to avenge you, and I will definitely let this brat die in endless agony."
Within the mist, a faint transparent figure flickered in and out of existence.
Someone had launched a sneak attack on Ji Mo, and it seemed to have succeeded.
The figure formed hand seals, and scarlet runes intertwined, forming a deadly noose that, like a venomous snake, coiled around Ji Mo's neck.
Nearby Immortal Emperors with astonishing mental power sensed something was amiss and sent their divine senses over.
Subsequently, they were hit by a tidal wave of mental impact, letting out a scream as blood seeped from their noses and mouths.
"Another Nether Clan General has appeared, and it's the Fourth General who is most skilled in soul attacks!"
The Immortal Emperor who suffered the backlash felt a tempest in his heart and decisively fled.
Seeing this, the others' faces changed drastically, and they retreated far away, clearly not daring to get involved in this mess.
"Another Nether Clan General has appeared. Could it be that the Seven Great Generals of the Nether Clan were not completely exterminated by the Great Immortal Kongxu back then? After ten thousand years of recuperation, they have reappeared!"
"Legend has it that the Fourth General cultivates the path of the soul and wields unfathomable power, having successfully slaughtered divine-level beings. This time, Brother Zhen Nan is likely in grave danger."
"The Nether Clan has always been vengeful. Daring to offend them will surely result in bloody retaliation. We should be smart and protect ourselves."
Many people whispered, choosing to remain aloof and uninvolved.
In their opinion, Ji Mo was bound to be unable to escape this calamity and would surely die.
In fact, it seemed to be the case. Ji Mo was like fish on a chopping block, at the mercy of others.
"Those who offend my Nether Clan will surely die."
The Fourth General's voice was as cold as ice, intending to kill the chicken to warn the monkeys, letting these people understand the terror of the Nether Clan and paving the way for their return.
He grinned sinisterly and suddenly tightened his grip, intending to crush Ji Mo's neck.
However, with a "bang," the noose exploded.
He had tightened it for nothing!
The Fourth General was extremely embarrassed, as everyone around was staring intently. What a disgrace!
Some people even couldn't help but snicker, thinking that the legendary Fourth General seemed to be all talk and no substance.
"Hmph, watch how I tear you to shreds."
The Fourth General was enraged, and he once again condensed a dark whip, unleashing a flurry of whip shadows, striking towards Ji Mo.
Ji Hanhan, who had been motionless, blinked. His eyes regained clarity.
He grabbed the attacking whip with his hand, a look of lingering enjoyment still on his face.
He never expected to see a familiar place in such a situation, to see his childhood Sister Bao'er, and that damned rubber band.
"You did this?"
Ji Mo looked at the Fourth General, a meaningful smile appearing on his face. This guy seemed not bad, he could evoke beautiful memories.
"Hehe, my treasure!"
Ji Mo laughed even more happily.
Since he couldn't return home, he could relive the good times in this way. This guy absolutely had to be captured alive.
He laughed and pulled hard, reaching out to grab the Fourth General.
"Impossible, how can you break free from my mental control?"
The Fourth General panicked, trying to struggle free, finally realizing that the person before him was far more terrifying than he had imagined.
Tear...
A piece of torn cloth fluttered down, revealing a large expanse of fair skin.
The invisible immortal robe was also damaged, and the Fourth General revealed his true form.