The Third Dao Seed was boiling with anger and resentment. Being blown up multiple times was one thing, but being mocked with words was another. What kind of person was this, always throwing labels around? He had never encountered such an opponent before.
In the end, Qin Ming tormented him for a while, then threw him to the golden silk parasol.
"Little Tea, he's yours."
The enchanting figure on the umbrella's surface rolled her eyes and then transmitted, "Don't forget what I'm best at, imprisoning him inside the umbrella as a foundation. In the future, when I return to my proper height, I might be able to analyze and obtain the Essential Scripture of this supreme civilization."
Qin Ming nodded. Although it was dust-covered and dimmed, it once was indeed a supreme treasure.
Under the night sky, Silver River Gorge was boundlessly covered with a dense primal forest.
Qin Ming lay on the ground, waiting silently for his own transformation to complete. His wounds were almost healed.
