Ji Hanhan was filled with mixed emotions of joy and sorrow.
His little brother seemed to have returned, yet not at all.
How could he show his face to others in such a miniature state?
No, this thing probably wasn't meant to be seen in the first place.
The Creation Jade Plate comfortingly said, "It's better to have something than nothing, don't be picky. The Big Swing Hammer is flashy but impractical; the Ice Soul Silver Needle is short and sharp, that's the way to go."
Ji Mo was stunned by this.
"Go to hell with your Ice Soul Silver Needle, this is a bean sprout, a yellow bean sprout."
In any case, the bean sprout was his last shred of dignity; he would never admit it was as thin as a needle.
The Creation Jade Plate, not wanting to hurt Ji Hanhan's pride, changed the subject. "This mass of ghostly stuff is extremely bizarre. I can only use all my strength to temporarily suppress it. It's an uncertain hidden danger, and it could erupt again at any moment. As for those two hundred and fifty threads that have merged into your body, they are constantly devouring your life essence. You need to find a way to resolve this, otherwise, your little bean sprout will likely wither sooner or later."
Ji Mo's face crumpled. His already weak body would only become weaker if it continued to be drained like this. He wouldn't be able to pee eight feet against the wind, let alone just get his shoes wet with the wind.
If luck were not on his side, he might end up having to squat to pee in the future.
Even the Creation Jade Plate couldn't handle it, so it probably wouldn't be easy to fix.
"Something feels off. Your body's evolution has just broken through 50%, and you've encountered such a mess. It's as if something is targeting you from the shadows."
The Creation Jade Plate faintly sensed something unusual.
It felt that encountering this so-called "Fiftieth strand of Primordial Violet Qi" was not a coincidence, but rather something that had been arranged by "someone."
Ji Mo's face was filled with indignation. "Are you saying some sneaky fellow set me up? Could it be that Heaven itself is jealous and envious of my Big Swing Hammer, and intends to cripple it?"
The Creation Jade Plate was speechless, and for a moment, it had the urge to directly release the suppressed "Primordial Violet Qi" and turn Hanhan into a girl permanently.
It calmed its emotions and explained, "All living beings in the world, upon breaking through certain limits, will face resistance from heaven and earth. For example, the lightning tribulation for becoming an immortal, or the divine decay for gods. Your body is extraordinary, and heaven and earth cannot tolerate it, hence you have attracted such misfortune from the shadows."
Towards the end, the Creation Jade Plate's tone became extremely heavy.
Having only evolved to 50% and already incurring such terrifying misfortune, if the evolution reached 100%, the tribulation would surely increase exponentially. Could this Hanhan withstand it?
At the same time, it was also filled with curiosity.
What kind of physique did Ji Mo possess that even the Heavenly Dao felt threatened before it was fully awakened?
Or was it that eternal existence, foreseeing Ji Mo as a potential opponent, had made a preemptive move?
Regardless of which, it indicated that Ji Mo's future path would not be easy, but rather extremely bumpy, and he could face a life-threatening crisis at any moment.
The hope of the entire village couldn't be extinguished like this. What should be done?
The Creation Jade Plate desperately pondered countermeasures, worrying itself sick for Ji Mo.
Ji Hanhan, however, did not realize the seriousness of the problem. He snorted, "No need to say more, it's just that the thieving heavens are jealous of me. If they dare to destroy my Big Swing Hammer again, I will defy them."
The Creation Jade Plate: "..."
Forget it, let this Hanhan die.
Rumble!
Without the "Fiftieth strand of Primordial Violet Qi," this space began to become unstable, collapsing in large swathes and undergoing massive explosions.
Ji Hanhan, temporarily abandoned by the Creation Jade Plate, let out a scream and was blown far into the heavens.
"What is that? It looks like a figure."
Many powerful individuals who had been paying attention to the situation in the forbidden zone couldn't help but exclaim.
It wasn't an illusion, but a very real flesh-and-blood being.
Was it a strange creature that had rushed out of the forbidden zone?
Could it be an evil god that could survive such a world-destroying explosion?
These people were all trembling with fear.
That forbidden zone was already an inauspicious place, and whatever came out of it was definitely not good. Blood State would likely be in turmoil from now on.
Some also had ulterior motives and immediately dispatched a large number of personnel to search, intending to make contact with this mysterious being.
If the other party was severely injured, they would capture it alive.
If the other party was unharmed, they would try to build a good relationship and latch onto them.
Ji Mo didn't know how far he had flown before he fell heavily into a desert.
This fall almost shattered all his bones.
Ji Mo was so angry he wanted to curse. His body was weak now, and the system wasn't helping at all. It was too detestable.
Jealousy, it was definitely jealousy.
The scorching sun blazed in the sky, mercilessly baking the earth.
The heatwave washed over him, and the yellow sand under his feet was scorching hot, capable of baking a person dry.
At this moment, Ji Mo's face was bloodless, and his body was shriveled, like a walking skeleton.
Fortunately, his physique was truly strong; otherwise, he might have died here.
He couldn't distinguish east from west, so he could only choose a direction randomly and hurry along, intending to get out of this desert.
The yellow sand filled the sky, stretching as far as the eye could see.
Along the way,
He also encountered many cultivators passing by.
Some flew through the air, some sprinted close to the ground, and some rode magical treasures or mounts.
These people didn't even glance at Ji Mo.
Even though Ji Mo looked incredibly pathetic, as if he could collapse at any moment, no living being kindly offered help.
In their eyes, Ji Mo was just a mortal, no different from an ant, not worth wasting any time on.
"The world is so cold!"
Ji Mo sighed.
Why were there no good people in this cursed place? The local customs were too unrefined.
If he had the chance, he would definitely educate these bastards properly and let them know what civilized behavior was.
Suddenly,
A vast shadow loomed.
It was a treasure gourd that stopped and landed above Ji Mo.
The gourd was about thirty meters long, exuding an immortal aura, and more than a dozen cultivators were seated on it.
Leading them was an old man with white hair and a beard, with kind eyes. He spoke to Ji Mo, "Little brother, are you lost?"
Besides the old man, the other cultivators were young men and women.
They were all quite surprised at this moment.
Why was their Sect Master actually speaking to a mortal and calling him "little brother"?
"Sir, you misunderstand. I'm not lost, I'm just enjoying the desert scenery along the way."
Ji Mo replied, remaining cautious.
After all, a group of people had suddenly appeared, and his physical condition was not good, so it was better to be careful.
Caution is the parent of safety.
"Enjoying the scenery? Are you not even blinking when you lie?"
A young girl spoke, clearly believing Ji Mo wasn't telling the truth.
The others chuckled, covering their mouths.
Ji Mo felt a bit embarrassed. Really, why were young people so blunt?
"Don't laugh. Little brother's words make sense. The desert scenery is unique and indeed has its own charm."
The old man waved his hand to stop everyone and invited, "I feel an instant connection with little brother. Would you be willing to grace us with your company and appreciate the desert scenery together?"
After speaking, he humbly descended from the treasure gourd and extended his hand to invite Ji Mo.
"Alright, then I'll accompany you for a while."
Ji Mo nodded and got onto the treasure gourd with the old man.