At the World Bridge, a young noble with two deer legs stepped out from the radiance, gazing around in awe. He murmured, "This world is even grander than Everpeace—gods and demons everywhere... That kid actually built this World Bridge, letting you travel straight to another world. It's a work of genius. The little brat is always messing around, never focusing on cultivation, so building this bridge must've taken him ages—how is his strength still improving so fast...?"
"Boss!"
A nearby guard nudged his companion and whispered, "Look at that deer-legged youth—could he be the one from Cult Master Quinn's sketch?"
The World Bridge guards quickly took out Quinn Shepherd's sketch and compared it. Their eyes lit up. "He looks exactly the same! But the youth in the drawing only had one deer leg, and this one has two. Is it really him...?"
He was still hesitating when the youth strode down the stone steps, his two deer legs thumping as he descended.
"Doesn't matter—let's capture him first!"
The guard exchanged glances with the others. Instantly, they sprang into action, unleashing divine arts and spirit weapons—sword pills, blade pills, towers, cauldrons—swift and thunderous, all crashing down to engulf the deer-legged youth. The terrifying shockwaves blasted in every direction, finally subsiding after a long moment.
The World Bridge was of critical importance, so its guardians were all experts—at minimum, Life-and-Death Realm, with several Divine Bridge Realm powerhouses among them.
Everyone retracted their spirit weapons and quickly approached the edge of the altar, peering down. All they saw was a patch of white ground—no sign of the deer-legged youth.
Startled, the guards searched all around, their eyes glowing as they scanned distances over a hundred li. Suddenly, a hundred li away, the deer-legged youth reappeared, jogging lightly on his two deer legs.
"Shoot him down with the Divine Eye!"
One of the guards shouted, and the others' eyes blazed, gathering beams of formidable power that shot toward the deer-legged youth a hundred li away.
Just as their pupil arts were about to strike, the deer-legged youth vanished—only to reappear another hundred li away, now two hundred li from the World Bridge.
The guards prepared to unleash their pupil arts again, but the deer-legged youth vanished once more—this time, nowhere to be seen.
They looked at each other in shock, a bit at a loss.
Just then, a clacking sound came from behind them—another youth was stepping out of the World Bridge, followed by a large chest.
The chest had several legs and clacked noisily as it followed the handsome youth.
"Looks like Cult Master Quinn's chest, but this isn't Cult Master Quinn..."
The group was still puzzled when the youth, eyes bright as stars and voice pleasant, asked, "Is this High-Emperor Heaven? Where can I find a True Demon?"
A guard replied politely, "Are you from Everpeace? Why are you looking for a True Demon? If you're after a demon, you'll have to head over to the demon territory. The Imperial Preceptor of the Everpeace Empire is currently drilling troops at the City of Departure. You should go there and join him first—then it'll be easier to act."
The youth shook his head. "I'm just here to collect some demon gods' bodies and Primordial Spirits. Why would I bother with the Everpeace Imperial Preceptor? At his current level, he's not worth collecting yet."
He was about to leave when suddenly a wrinkled old man lugged a massive chest and carried a large furnace out from the World Bridge, his face beaming with a cheerful grin.
"Why is it that everyone coming from Everpeace today is a weirdo?"
The guards were puzzled. "First a youth with deer legs, now two more oddballs with chests..."
When the youth saw the old man with the furnace and chest, his expression shifted dramatically, turning dark. "Mute Smith, I've been searching for you for ages!"
The old man saw him, and his smile froze awkwardly on his face. "Abba, ah, ah!"
"That's right—it's me, Starr!"
Starr radiated murderous intent, his voice cold. "You may not be worth collecting anymore, but after you trapped me for so long, I can't let this grudge go..."
"Mute Smith, you sure can run fast!"
A flash of light rippled from the World Bridge as a burly man in a cloak strode out, a massive blade slung over his shoulder. He laughed, "Your chest really is something—it turned into a boat and bolted off, and I couldn't catch up no matter what... Starr!"