After ten years of dormancy in the teahouse, the spirit-eating ants in my sleeves have swallowed up the spiritual veins of the fairy mountain.
On the day when the Immortal Emperor of the Upper Realm came to ask for his spiritual roots, Lin Mo raised his sleeves and released an endless black tide:
"I have been waiting for this immortal feast for ten years."
When the black tide gnawed away all the heavenly weapons, the Immortal Emperor was shocked to find that the holy bones were reborn in Lin Mo's body.
"Senior brother, what you took away... Is a fake."
