Chương 77: The Strange New Creature

"Brother Su, let me help you." Fang Cheng hurried to Su Mu's side and stuffed Hu Tong's thing between Su Mu's legs. His expression was solemn and dignified, like a cardinal crowning a new pope. Yes! This was the pope's coronation. Su Mu had received his crown. From then on, he was a complete man. No, no, no. He was a pope. A complete pope! He glowed. Su Mu's entire body radiated pure white holy light.

Looking closely, every cell in his body had become a three-hundred-sixty-watt incandescent bulb, shining with blinding brilliance.

"Cooked! Cooked! Hahaha. My delicious meal is about to come out of the pot! Hahahaha!" Fang Cheng looked up at the sky and laughed maniacally. Then he bent down and touched the cold marble floor, wanting to share his joy with Mother Earth. But soon, he stood up again, rubbing his hands together, pacing back and forth. His eyes burned with fervor, his face flushed with desire. He raised his hands and shouted, "Come, Brother Su! My beloved delicacy! Lift your lid! Release your fragrance!

Let every living being in this world be intoxicated! Let them see it but not taste it! Let them envy me! Let them be jealous! Let them rage!" Hahahaha... As he laughed, drool dripped from the corners of his mouth onto the ground. It pooled and grew, like a flood, slowly drowning him and the entire underground palace. Of course, the flood avoided Hu Tong, who was curled up, clutching his crotch and howling. He was not a complete ingredient. He was not even a condiment. The flood crept silently, without a sound.

It lowered itself, held its breath, and slowly approached the delicious ingredient. It extended its tongue and licked. Oh. So fragrant. Could not bear to eat it. Licked again. Oh. Licked quietly... Su Mu did not notice Fang Cheng's little movements. His eyes were closed, his attention inward, observing the changes in his body. He felt connected to heaven and earth. The laws of the Dao coursed through him.

At the same time, his divine sense expanded outward, crossing the sky in an instant and covering the entire mortal realm. He was the sky of the mortal realm. He stood above all things. He looked down and saw the entire mortal realm. Fish fleeing waves in the sea. Monkeys playing in the mountains. Dung beetles rolling their balls in the grass. Everything in the world became crystal clear. He could see whatever he wanted. The feeling was so wonderful that Su Mu could not help but indulge.

He turned his gaze to the Great Sheng capital and saw the Hall of Eternal Life's pavilion. Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. Inside sat more than half of the mortal realm's great cultivators. The Chief of the Hall of Eternal Life. Pei Tang. The Grand Preceptor of the Great Wasteland Dynasty. The Grand Protector of the Great Wei Dynasty. The holy monks of the Heavenly Buddha Temple. And others. Some meditated with eyes closed. Some exchanged insights.

Others... were brawling? The two fighters radiated immense, terrifying auras. But their moves were as simple as... street brawlers? You pull my hair, I bite your ear. You spit on me, I spit on you... Su Mu lowered his divine sense and came to them. They did not notice his presence. They kept arguing, fighting, and spitting. Su Mu could even hear their conversation.

"Aiyaya! Who else? Who spat on me from behind?"

"Damn you, you bald donkey! Stop pretending! That trajectory could only be yours! You dared to ambush me!"

"Kindness, kindness. Sin, sin. Good sir, look closely. That is your own phlegm. It flew off course and landed on my head. I am merely returning it to you."

"Damn you, bald donkey! This phlegm smells of garlic! I have not eaten garlic in the month I have been in Great Sheng! And you still deny it!"

"Enough! Both of you stop! We called you here to discuss serious matters. Not to spit and curse!" Su Mu wanted to keep listening. But a wet, tingling sensation on his sole interrupted his divine sense and pulled him out of his enlightenment. He looked down. His shoes were gone. Perhaps this strange creature at his feet had licked them off. Hmm? Where had this creature come from? It looked like a new species. Its body was covered in red fuzz, like bird feathers. But it had no wings and no visible head.

Only a pair of large lobster claws at the front of its body. Its tongue extended from somewhere unknown. It was long, like a python's forked tongue, wrapped around his foot, constantly secreting saliva. Drip, drip. Sticky. It sizzled on his skin. Occasionally, it made a strange sound. A bleating sound, like a happy lamb that had found its mother in the wild.

"A miraculous and complex creature." Su Mu commented. He stopped paying attention to the new species at his feet and looked up at the sky. Han'er, the great tree in the Truth World, was struggling against the five-clawed golden dragon. Su Mu snorted.

"I am the truth. I can transform into all things." As the words fell, two pale golden lights shone from his eyes, falling on the great tree Han'er. A vast, surging power poured into the trunk, making it burst with dazzling holy light. This was not enough. He stepped forward, came before Han'er, and merged with her. The strange new species behind him let out reluctant hisses, cries, and wails. BOOM! A silent explosion. Su Mu became Han'er. Han'er became Su Mu.

The two influenced and resonated with each other, forming a mysterious union of yin and yang. BOOM! Heaven and earth trembled. They released intense golden light that illuminated the entire world, annihilating the countless ghost faces released by the golden dragon and driving the dragon back into the void. BOOM! Another explosion. A golden ancient tree rose from the ground. It replaced the original tree Han'er, broke through the Truth World, stood atop the nine heavens, and tore open the endless void. Nnnngh...

ahhh... nnnngh... ahhh... Strange sounds came from the trunk, followed by cracking sounds. Looking closely, golden branches were now covered in red fruits. Their color was redder than blood. Each was the size of a human head, glowing with a soul-stealing luster. Rustle, rustle... Hellish winds blew from the void. Leaves swayed wildly. The golden fruits also swayed, spun, and leaped, transforming into grinning human heads. Men and women, old and young.

Their eyes were tightly shut, their expressions solemn, like pilgrims paying homage.

"My Dao Fruit has ripened! Open!" Su Mu's voice came from the trunk, carrying unspeakable holiness and solemnity to every head. Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh... They opened their eyes instantly, revealing confused gazes. But when Su Mu's face emerged on the trunk, their gazes turned to surprise and fervor. They said, "Lord, our lord! I understand! I am you! Hahahaha..." Fang Cheng said, "I am a little spirit bird. I will sing for autumn. La la la. Autumn has come. Leaves are yellow.

Red fruits hang from the branches, like adorable smiling baby faces. They sway in the wind, rushing toward me. Yes. From the perspective of physics, assuming I am the reference point, they are moving. They are flying toward me. They dance around me, opening their cherry-like little mouths, their eyes full of longing, as if saying, 'Pick me! Pick me! My flesh is so tender and delicious!' Hahahaha..."