Published: March 2, 2025
The scenery of the Layered Battlefield in the Mossley Great World is not much different from that of Earth.
With the blue sky and white clouds, after the purple mist has dissipated, it seems as if the dust has been wiped away, revealing a beautiful and exquisite corner.
Mossley has a high level of artistic quality—although Wen Yu has entered the "dream realm" countless times, he did not focus on this aspect. Nevertheless, from the clothing and architectural style, Wen Yu can also perceive the rich artistic atmosphere of Mossley.
The Layered Battlefield is largely the same.
After a long period of sealing, the Layered Battlefield of Mossley has preserved its former appearance—flowers and grass are abundant and arranged neatly. Except for the lack of animals and vitality, in every other aspect, it can be called a paradise.
Wen Yu lay back on a hillside, chewing on a blade of grass, leisurely basking in the sun.
This, however, troubled the fate beast beneath him.
From his perception, the round fate beast below was wriggling uneasily. After the purple mist was completely absorbed, the fate beast was indeed afraid of the short figure above.
Without the purple mist, the fate beast was like a tiger with its teeth pulled out; the only intelligence it had informed it that the person lying above was a deity who could decide its life and death with a single word.
Until Wen Yu finally moved.
He stood up, gently brushed the dust off his backside, and then fixed his gaze on the small dirt slope below.
Under Wen Yu's intense gaze, at that moment, the fate beast truly felt stuck—it couldn't move, nor could it stay still.
Eventually, the fate beast could no longer endure the pressure of confrontation.
As the ground trembled incessantly, in an instant, the earth beneath Wen Yu's feet cracked open, and a purple-black, sphere-shaped object the size of an adult head quickly floated out.
The next second, the fate beast glowed with purple light, and its figure instantly shot up, intending to escape into the distance.
"Little one, you think you can run!"
Seeing this, Wen Yu immediately grinned. He waved his right hand, and a large mass of chaos energy was released.
This chaos energy condensed into a net, as if fishing, trapping the fate beast within and pulling it to Wen Yu's front.
"Where are No Winter and the War Master?"
Wen Yu wasn't in the mood to engage in any nonsense with the fate beast; his words were sharp, and his first sentence was to demand benefits.
He sought the benefits that were rightfully his.
...
The fate beast was ultimately still 'too young.' This youth did not refer to the beast's age, but rather to its methods and approach to matters, or it could also be said to be the fate beast's "psychological age."
Very naïve, extremely naïve.
After the fate beast attempted to escape, it ended up residing alone in this dirt slope, akin to a super recluse—staying in one place for too long made it dull...
Hearing Wen Yu's intimidation, the fate beast puffed up its body, splitting in the middle to reveal two rows of sharp teeth.
"Don't mess with me; I'm super fierce."
That was essentially the meaning.
As a result, it was slapped by Wen Yu and became dazed.
"Don't waste time; where are No Winter and the War Master?"
After the slap, the fate beast finally understood who the big boss was at the moment. Reluctantly, it opened its "mouth" and spat out two light spheres the size of thumbs.
The two light spheres floated down directly into Wen Yu's palms.
Wen Yu quickly examined them and, after confirming that the fate beast wasn't playing tricks, he crushed the light spheres.
As two streams of heat surged into his body, Wen Yu immediately sensed that two soul armaments had appeared within him.
...
A spear quickly materialized in his hand. As Wen Yu called upon it, in a split second, a massive cannon appeared before him.
The spear was twelve meters long, one meter high, completely black, and made of hard material. At the tip, three gigantic barrels gleamed with a cold light.