Jixia's tone revealed a hint of sarcasm.
After all, the events that occurred after his death were all thanks to this mysterious entity before him. Although it helped him, it was mostly for its own machinations.
Therefore, there was no need to be overly courteous to it.
"No need for thanks, whether it's a great gift or great calamity, what you say may not count." The Immortal Nirvana True Monarch slowly scrutinized the young man before him, his gaze strange.
In this era of Martial Dao, yet to awaken.
It was the first time he couldn't see through someone.
Decades ago, this boy's divine soul mysteriously vanished, and he vaguely felt something was amiss, but he didn't pay much attention. But with a blink and a close, as he started deploying his 'claws' into this real world...
He only realized,
That he had been played by a brat who still smelled of milk!
Strange, truly strange.
But it doesn't matter.
If the 'Nirvana Corpse' was swallowed, it wouldn't matter.
But...
