The mysterious being frowned as he stood up.
On the small platform in the middle of the four-colored pond water, he walked back and forth barefoot a few times.
Muttering to himself,
"A thousand years ago, that little guy was suppressed, but with a strand of my Undying Tao Principle within him, nothing major has really happened.
"But now, without any warning..."
As the mysterious existence spoke to himself, his voice suddenly paused.
Immediately after, the image of the ink jade fishing rod and the scene he had observed through the puppet in the Mountain and Sea Realm appeared in his mind.
"To think that possessing a strand of the Tao Principle, one could still be killed in a Lower Realm like the Nine Provinces, it's likely..."
"Eight or nine out of ten, it's the same person who holds the fishing rod."
At this thought, the mysterious being felt his head beginning to ache slightly.
