Fortunately, with the Stone Turtle's assistance, an accident was avoided.
However, since that time, Ji An has never let himself fall into a state of being exhausted and depleted.
If the last time was like providing fuel in snowy weather, today is like adding flowers to the brocade, and he likes both very much.
The Stone Turtle began to move again, its limbs, tail, neck, and head now able to make slight movements, increasingly resembling a living creature.
'This thing won't be using my body as a cauldron, only to ultimately give birth to a Stone Demon, right?'
Ji An grinned, suddenly shaking his head.
The Stone Turtle is exceedingly mystical; if it were truly a trap, wouldn't it be better to choose those Golden Core Daoist Masters? At the very least, it could choose a Chao Origin Stage Cultivator.
There's no need to laboriously choose him, a Junior Cultivator, to "pioneer," only to swallow him in one gulp in the end.
