After listening to Man Gu’s unfettered imagination, an image involuntarily surfaced in Lu Yang’s mind.

Under the night sky, everything is pitch-black and silent. In the desolate jungle, the only source of light is the campfire, crackling and popping, which only amplifies the deafening quietness of the jungle.

A disemboweled goat has its innards pulled out as it smears itself with strange herbs. It stands over the campfire, performing some unknown dance as if it was a ritual offering to a wicked god.

This is indeed an uncanny scene, beyond humans’ current appreciation of art.

“What a great idea! As expected of a barbarian. His thought process is so close to that of his ancestors!” The Everlasting Immortal Fairy clapped her thighs in excitement. She could see the shadow of her own acquaintances in Man Gu. “You know what,...