"I never thought a Taoist Friend would have such a great harvest, with so much Chaos Origin Substance. I'm afraid it's enough for the current Little Cang World to last five or six thousand years."
Since entering the Realm Sea, there has never been such a rich harvest. Even as someone who is always composed, he couldn't hide his joy.
Chong Hua understood his thoughts and shook his head, saying:
"Don't be too stingy. If it's not enough, just go grab more. This Sea of Chaos Realm is chaotic yet not chaotic. I see the various forces here are all pent up, like stagnant water. Our arrival will stir things up, ignite them. Everyone will fight, claiming their territories. In my view, wherever Little Cang World goes, it's better to stay here. The Three Realms, we'll overthrow them eventually!"
With his true self present, he spoke more, and his tone was filled with Evil Qi.
Wang Ba nodded, then shook his head:
