The Path to Mythic Daluo, Beginning in the Mortal World

“Good grief, the stone I picked up is talking.” Zhang Tiansheng stared in stunned silence.

After calming himself down, he looked at the beckoning golden toad, which seemed to have been carved from stone and had just spoken.

Zhang Tiansheng had no idea why this was happening to him. Although others considered him a genius, a top student, he suspected there was something wrong with his mind. He had even wondered if he had schizophrenia, but could never get confirmation.

“What exactly are you?” Having lived through the upheavals of a changing age and been influenced by countless myths and fantasy books, Zhang Tiansheng felt he might as well try talking to it.

“You’re not afraid anymore?” The stone toad turned its seemingly rocky gray head and stared at Zhang Tiansheng.

“Either you’re a demon or a ghost. What else could you be? Either way, I can’t beat you. I probably can’t escape, either...” Zhang Tiansheng thought, but said aloud, “Since you spoke first, you must have something to tell me. There’s no point being afraid.”