At this moment, it was the height of summer.
The moon was bright and the stars sparse, life bursting with vitality.
There were no paths, only dense grass and patches of forest along the way, with Little Demons chirping and rustling all around, enacting various dramas of joy and sorrow.
Wang Wu would also sigh as he passed by.
Isn't this like a cultivator passing through the mortal world?
He was no longer who he once was; he couldn't even be bothered to eat these Little Demons if they were delivered to his mouth. Eating them would only make him gain weight and degrade his body.
As he swept through the landscape, he occasionally encountered Mountain Patrol Demon Soldiers of the Ninth or Eighth Grade, but they couldn't even detect his shadow, the gap was too great.
Although Wang Wu was technically a Sixth Grade Bear Demon, in reality, his overall strength was now comparable to that of Yuan Bupu from nine years ago,
