The next day, Yunmeng Marsh, Bronze Island.
"Is this Xiangliu's head?"
Standing before that towering Human Head Tree, Xiluo looked up with keen interest at the newly hung snake head.
Unlike Qing Fu and Mu Zheng, this snake head was the genuine head of a Celestial God, one of Xiangliu's nine heads.
Even when fused with the Human Head Tree, it couldn't conceal its fierce nature.
"I say, that kid just likes to seek trouble for himself."
"Just tossing this head into the Sea of Trees would have been fine, yet he insisted on having me bring it back."
Transformed into a black-and-white dog, he lay on the tree branch.
The Celestial Erosion Monarch rarely showed a hint of weariness.
After five long years without rest, even a Celestial God of his rank felt exhausted.
Moreover, to prevent Xiang Yao's blood from contaminating the land along the way...
