Shi Hu looked at the restless double pupils in his palm as a System prompt rang in his ears: [Spend ten years of your lifespan to transmigrate to the Dragon-Han Calamity?]
He promptly stuffed Sect Master Tongtian into the alchemy furnace in Biyou Palace. “Junior brother, your Jie Sect Disciples are too noisy!”
When An Lan came looking for him, carrying the Immortal Execution Platform, Shi Hu was using the spine of the Corpse Immortal Emperor to carve a walking stick for Houtu. “Fellow Daoist, lend me your fate as an immortal at the summit so I can get through this tribulation?”
On the day Hongjun joined with the Dao, the Corpse Immortal Emperor suddenly discovered that Shi Hu had turned his coffin lid into a revolving restaurant. “Fellow Daoist, try these seasonings I made with An Lan’s hair...”
When the Desolate Heavenly Emperor burst out of the dark prison, he found Shi Hu sitting on the throne of the Heavenly Dao, gnawing on an Emperor’s bone. An Lan was beside him, gnawing on a leg of lamb. “Old Shi, can I borrow those double pupils of yours... and give them a rub?”
