CHAPTER 66: CHAPTER 66: THE SECOND BIG FIREBALL

"Haha!"

Wang Wu laughed triumphantly in his heart, turned his head, and gathered all the remaining Devil Vines, chewing them all up and swallowing them...

A moment later, he had merely consumed another 120 points of Satiety and gained 1 point of Paralysis Poison Resistance, bringing his total resistance to 8 points.

The specific effect is that when he encounters paralysis poisons in the future, the paralysis time will become shorter.

But for now, he fears it will be quite some time before he can further increase his Paralysis Poison Resistance.

"Hmm, there’s still the Water Demon Poison; this will have to depend on opportunities."

"On the other hand, I can make an effort with Flame Resistance and Bee Venom Resistance."

Wang Wu calculated in his heart but did not plan to leave the rock crevice to wander outside. Rain had just fallen, and the soft soil outside easily left footprints. No rush; he’d wait.

The night passed peacefully.

The next day, when dawn broke, Wang Wu cautiously crawled out. Sigh, it was slightly more difficult to enter and exit the rock crevice now, as if he had grown quite a bit overnight.

At this rate, in two months, he’d either have to find another suitable place to settle or modify and expand the rock crevice.

The valley was as quiet as ever, but after the rain, the sporadic wild grass and shrubs in the valley became extraordinarily vibrant. The ten shrubs he had planted were nearly 50 centimeters tall, lush and large, very conspicuous.

And the five small fruit trees had grown to over a meter.

Even the berry plants had grown to about a dozen centimeters, with small yellow flowers already blooming on them.

Wang Wu watched quietly for a moment, feeling an inexplicable peace. Although these planted plants had yet to provide him with material gain, they provided him with a wealth of emotional value.

Considering all he, a living human, had gone through over the past year, living in constant anxiety and stress with no one to confide in.

Only these plants he had planted told him that he was still a person, not a beast, not a demon.

If it were in the past on Earth, he would have thought it pretentious, but who understands his bleakness and solitude?

So, even knowing that planting these plants, especially grafting small fruit trees, was reckless, he still did it with a touch of hope in his heart.

He needed trivial things to relieve the ever-tense string in his heart, and now it seemed the effect was really good.

He didn’t care if he could eat from the fruit trees or keep occupying this place, he just needed to prove he was still a person, still rational, and that was enough.

"However, I really can’t stay here temporarily. I must hide in the cave next door for a while, just in case that River Patrol Water Demon has a background?"

Thinking so, Wang Wu climbed the cliff and hid in the stone cave, where both sides were shielded by rocks, and in case the effect of Level 2 Spirit Essence was too explosive, he could shrink back and use physical shading to cool down.

Soon, after remaining still for three seconds, he automatically entered Level 8 Passive Concealment, waiting for sunrise.

This time period is theoretically the safest, as all Little Demons, including Mountain Patrol Demon Soldiers and even Great Demons, are waiting to absorb the Golden Particles and convert them into Spiritual Qi.

This was also a rare moment of relaxation for Wang Wu, where he would gaze at the tall snowy mountains to the east and imagine what lay beyond them.

And the demons, especially those at the level of Great Demons, accumulated Golden Particles over time, the Spiritual Qi converted must be massive, theoretically their power should be unfathomable, yet why do they still fear Human Race Cultivators so?

Are the cultivations of Human Race Cultivators similar?

Do their practices have bottlenecks, limits?

And what are his limits and bottlenecks?

At this moment, based on his past human knowledge, he instinctively felt there must be a bottleneck, there must be a limit.

Deep in thought, the eastern horizon suddenly brightened up; was it sunrise time? A bit early, isn’t it?

Wang Wu felt a slight startle, instinctively closed his eyes, then hurriedly opened them again. No, something’s not right; it was indeed another Big Fireball forming and falling in the distant place, perhaps five thousand, maybe eight thousand miles away.

He wasn’t sure if it was an illusion or something else, or perhaps due to daytime, but he seemed to see very bright, dazzling light flashing quickly from the Big Fireball.

Promptly, the world dimmed again, as if nothing had happened.

But Wang Wu knew that the war over there seemed to have reached a fever pitch.

"Looks like more migrating Spirit Race folk are coming over again."

He worriedly glanced at the plants he had planted and shook his head, deciding not to dwell on it.

Soon, the sunrise came, and the horizon turned golden. Torrents of Golden Particles showered down with the sunlight.

Routinely, there was a mysterious large net, several Great Demons fishing, then came the Purple Gold Three Minutes.

Wang Wu remained motionless in the cave, allowing the Golden Particles of Purple Gold Three Minutes to fall on the rocks, on the ground, vanishing silently.

This was his fundamental principle, unless there was absolute concealment, he would never touch Purple Gold Three Minutes.

After the three minutes ended, the density of Golden Particles falling from the sky clearly dropped a level.

Only then did Wang Wu step out, basking in the sunlight, triggering the Level 2 Spirit Essence automatically. In this state, his Passive Concealment completely failed.

In just three seconds, Golden Particles within a 50-meter radius seemed to be enchanted, swiftly flying over. This scene startled Wang Wu into trembling.

If it weren’t for this being Golden Three Minutes instead of Purple Gold Three Minutes, with the density and brilliance of the Golden Particles, it could absolutely decimate a Big Mountain Cat and Plum Deer.

Yes, he was certain!

Such was the power of his Bloodline Talent, so powerful it could lead to death if taken too far.

Filled with fear and dread, Wang Wu did not flinch because even though Golden Particles within 50 meters were drawn over, the overall density was still too sparse.

Up close, it was barely a bit stunning.

But from hundreds or thousands of meters away, it was just ordinary.

Unless a scheming individual had been observing in secret, revealing him.

Soon, the Golden Three Minutes ended, and there were no Silver Three Minutes, as he absorbed all the Golden Particles in the nearby region.

And in just these three minutes, he easily absorbed and converted 192 points of Spiritual Qi.

One can only say Level 2 Spirit Essence is truly dominant.

At this point, his total Spiritual Qi had reached 202 points. Without hesitation, he left 2 points in balance and invested the rest into the Defense Attribute, raising it from 25 points to 27.

Anyhow, his plan was to reach 30 points in Defense before considering anything else.