'A World Tree, something Crossing the Yin and Yang Realms, a Supreme Dao Body...'
For the current Mo Qi, ten thousand years was a truly unimaginable length of time.
He would rather use it to recover from his current weakness than gamble on a fifty-percent chance.
Though his true body was safe Within the Pass, allowing him to wait out the three-month period of weakness without worry, who knew if some crisis would erupt in the Imperial City during that time.
If Jin Sanpang and the others ran into trouble, his External Incarnation alone might not be able to hold its own.
Mo Qi wasn't one for last-minute preparations. He preferred to be ready for anything.
When the Pig Emperor heard the two words "World Tree," he was so shocked he nearly bit his tongue off, unable to even speak coherently.
"You... you, you, you, you're going to cook... a future World Tree?"
