"I don’t know, I really don’t know."

Wang Wu spoke earnestly, though in truth, he didn’t know how to handle this situation either.

Take this Divine Monarch to find the Frost Monarch?

Don’t joke; the Frost Monarch is in seclusion right now. That would be like letting a wolf into the house.

Then take this Divine Monarch to find that kid?

That’s even more impossible. If he can’t benefit, neither can anyone else.

So he’d rather let it stalemate like this.

He’s not responsible for finding a way out. Either kill me or not; I’m a Tier Eight Taiyi, barefoot and fearless of those with shoes, and you’re a Half-step Daluo. Let’s see who loses patience first.

After a moment of mutual silence, the Divine Monarch sneered, "Do you think because you’re barefoot you’re unafraid, and I’m a Half-step Daluo, that I can’t outlast you? Dream on. I’ve lived for five hundred thousand years; what haven’t I seen? You think I don’t know what you’re hiding? You’ve definitely encountered an Astronomer Prophet that’s one in a million. You’re afraid of others finding out, so you didn’t hesitate to seal him with a Blood Curse, which is why you’re suffering this backlash."

"But here’s the problem: this Astronomer Prophet might just be a child. You’ve sealed him, so if no one teaches or guides him into the path, he could easily die from accidents within a few decades."

"By then, you and I will be the biggest losers, while those twelve Daluo don’t even care. If such a top-grade Astronomer Prophet can appear once, a second will too; they’re not in any rush. But can you and I afford a second chance like this?"

"Moreover, I’ll speak to you plainly. You can be stubborn and remain silent, but from now until sixty years later, it doesn’t matter whether you talk or not. By that time, I’ll just take your Immortal Body Fragment and toss it beside someone undergoing Tribulation in the Cultivation Realm and see if you die!"

"You not speaking means I simply won’t win, but you won’t just lose; you’ll definitely die!"

"I’ll give you three days to think. If you still don’t speak after three days, then every three days, I’ll smash your head once. Don’t you think your Creation Immortal Body is so impressive? Let’s see who can outlast whom!"

With that, he kicked Wang Wu to the center of a depression, then squatted next to the Zhenyuan Tower, studying how to open it.

Wang Wu’s head rolled around on the ground like a ball, amusingly.

He was a bit troubled too; this Half-step Daluo was definitely a veteran trickster, whom he couldn’t fool with any tricks, being completely outmatched.

It’s over, doomed. There’s no way to break this stalemate.

Wait a minute, one of my Immortal Body Fragments returned, how did it come back so fast?

Wang Wu was shocked, no, very surprised.

And a bit bouncy?

Whatever; as long as it comes back, one piece is one piece.

But because the Immortal Body Fragment was small, Old Man perhaps didn’t notice, or what if it was noticed anyway?

Wang Wu’s head happily rolled on the ground.

Because more and more Immortal Body Fragments were returning, faster and faster.

The Old Man spent days hiding all these Immortal Body Fragments thousands of miles away, but who knows what was triggered, or maybe due to a slingshot effect, most pieces were back in just two days.

This is truly great.

Although nearly ten million Spiritual Qi was consumed, Wang Wu felt his restored Immortal Body was more vibrant, an indescribable feeling.

As if undergoing some unimaginable refining.

"Hey! Old Man, time to start working!"

Wang Wu shouted loudly, and in the next second, was dismembered once again by the grim-faced Divine Monarch. This time, he was more patient, cutting Wang Wu’s Immortal Body Fragments to rice-grain sizes, then scattering them worldwide, with the sole aim of depleting Wang Wu’s reserved Spiritual Qi.

When the Spiritual Qi is exhausted, that’s his time of death.

But for Wang Wu, it felt good, as if it was refining his Immortal Body, or perhaps a special evolution.

The smaller and more scattered the Immortal Body Fragments, the more apparent the sensation became.

A sense of the Immortal Body synchronizing with the Cultivation Realm, no, resonating with it.

Yes, resonance!

When Wang Wu suddenly realized this, it was like a sudden enlightenment hit him.

All his Immortal Body Fragments seemed to achieve resonance at this moment, ascending.

And becoming clearer, brighter.

It seemed that, in addition to the original connection between these Immortal Body Fragments, a brand new connection was formed.

He could feel the breeze, the sleet, and even the subtle shifts of the Twenty-four Solar Terms.

All of this was both strange and familiar.

Unconsciously, he joined in with a rhythm he had never known, transforming the Immortal Body.

Then, three days passed, and none of his Immortal Body Fragments returned.

The Divine Monarch sneered, really think you’re immortal?

Ten days passed, and Wang Wu’s Immortal Body Fragments still had not returned.

But his feeling remained excellent.

As if his Creation Immortal Body had never been shattered, always whole.

Because the world seemed to become part of his Immortal Body.

However, something was still missing.

Not enough, not enough!

In this state, Wang Wu’s Immortal Body Fragments gradually returned; this time, it not only consumed no Spiritual Qi, but even brought back an entire billion...

"Old Man, I’ll curse your ancestors; trying to make me submit, not a chance! And you dare call yourself a Half-step Daluo, you old turtle! With your skills, you dare to try killing me, dream on!"

Wang Wu immediately began cursing, eagerly anticipating being dismembered several thousand more times.

But this time, the Divine Monarch seemed to have sensed something wrong, stared at Wang Wu for a long while, ignoring his insults, and after a while seemed to reach some conclusion, then without a word, dismembered him again.

As for the shattered Immortal Body Fragments, instead of scattering them far, the Divine Monarch took out his Qiankun Bag, smashed it with a palm, and a mountain of supplies fell out.

From it, he extracted a few hundred strange large cauldrons, placing Wang Wu’s Immortal Body Fragments inside and sealing them with an Immortal Talisman.

This time, it must be said, the Old Man used the right strategy.

Wang Wu’s Immortal Body Fragments could no longer sense one another nor undergo transformation, let alone refine the Immortal Body.

Truly incredible.

"So, dividing the Immortal Body could serve a special, unknown purpose?"

The Divine Monarch muttered to himself while still observing Wang Wu, whose spirits sank with each word.

Is this Old Man too smart or what?

In the next moment, the Old Man really took action, systematically and meticulously, cutting his own Immortal Body into pieces!

Only a head remained, spinning around.

But his comprehension was undoubtedly better than Wang Wu’s; in just a moment, he discovered the key point. The only thing missing was scattering the Immortal Body in all directions.

"So that’s how it is! This isn’t a curse; this isn’t forbidden; it’s a great opportunity for me!"

Laughing loudly, the Old Man recomposed his Immortal Body, placing Wang Wu’s head inside one of the large cauldrons, sealing it with an Immortal Talisman, and then left the depression.

Everywhere he went, he would cut off a part of his Immortal Body, thus achieving the effect of scattering it all over.

It’s simply perfect!

Trapped in the cauldron, Wang Wu couldn’t do anything and seemed destined for death.

Time passed unknowingly, until suddenly the Immortal Talisman above the cauldron was lifted. He thought the Old Man had succeeded in refining his Immortal Body and was back to finish him off.

Instead, it was the face of the Frost Monarch that appeared.