Despite having joined the Chan Sect for just a few decades, Shen Gongbao's reputation within was by no means small.
A few decades, for cultivators with achievements in cultivation, is but a mere flick of the fingers.
Yet, in this brief period, he reached the Golden Immortal Realm, leaving countless senior brothers who joined before him far behind.
He was a genius.
This point, even those in the sect who had long been famous had to admit; even the Heavenly Venerate himself often praised him for his intelligence during his sermons.
He escaped from the battle, now reduced to nothing but a head.
Below the skin of his neck, four new hands grew, and with those twenty fingers, he scuttled forward on the ground like a centipede.
His physical body had been nearly completely destroyed, and his Primordial Spirit also sustained some damage.
But that didn't matter.
He was still alive.
Only in this state, there was no chance for him to escape from the Eight Hundred Miles of Pine Forest.
