Chapter 857: Eagerly Anticipating

"What the hell is going on with these kids?!"

Zheng Wu's eyes widened as he scrambled up from the ground, dusting himself off before marching back toward the main street.

The collision moments ago had left him severely shaken.

He was determined to figure out what had just happened.

When he returned to the street, the group of children was still playing around.

His gaze fixed intently on the little boy who had sent him flying earlier.

After staring so hard that his eyes grew sore, his body finally shivered.

He finally understood the truth.

Fusion Dao Realm!

The boy was actually in the Fusion Dao Realm, just like him.

Yet, despite being at the same realm, Zheng Wu could feel the overwhelming depth of the child's hidden strength, far surpassing his own.

"I never expected that, apart from that skeleton, there would be another Fusion Dao Realm expert stronger than me!"

"And to make it worse, I’ve run into both of them today."

Zheng Wu's face darkened, his mood sour.

Still, knowing that he had been knocked back by someone stronger gave him a small sense of relief.

"I wonder how old this Fusion Dao Realm expert is," Zheng Wu mused, rubbing his chin.

"Such a figure couldn’t possibly appear in the Nine Realms. It seems the emergence of the Saint isn’t just drawing people from the Heavenly Domain—other regions have their eyes on this prize too."

"This must be a powerhouse who came from another realm. The Nine Realms are clearly in turmoil beneath the surface!"

"As for this person’s age... there’s no way they look as young as they appear. They must be an old monster, even older than me, for some reason disguised as a child!"

"Yes, that has to be it!"

Zheng Wu was utterly convinced of his theory.

While the idea of an old monster transforming into a child and playing with other kids still seemed bizarre, it was the most plausible explanation.

However, the next moment, he witnessed something that made his scalp crawl.

The child let out a long string of snot, which dangled down to his lips.

Then, with a loud slurp, he sucked it back in.

Zheng Wu felt his stomach churn and his toes curl in disgust.

At the same time, his earlier conviction vanished.

An old monster transforming into a child to play ball with others was one thing—an eccentric old man, sure.

But a Fusion Dao Realm old monster slurping up his snot? That was simply too much.

"What... what the hell is going on?"

Zheng Wu’s mind was in complete chaos. His head buzzed as he muttered, "Could it be that this is genuinely a seven or eight-year-old Fusion Dao Realm expert?"

With this thought, he shifted his gaze to observe the other children.

After a careful inspection, he shuddered as the truth dawned on him.

Every single one of these boys playing ball was, without exception, a Fusion Dao Realm expert.

"Oh, my heavens, what’s happening to this world?!"

Zheng Wu looked up at the sky and sighed deeply.

He had diligently cultivated for tens of thousands of years, and even with his exceptional talent, he had only just reached the Fusion Dao Realm.

Yet, here was a group of snot-nosed kids, all in the Fusion Dao Realm.

And don’t ask how he knew they were still kids.

Because he saw it.

At that moment, the boys lined up, facing the wind, and peed in unison, streams arcing three feet high.

Sure, an old monster transforming into a child slurping snot was one thing.

But a group of old men turning into kids and peeing in unison?

That could only mean one thing—these were real children.

A group of seven or eight-year-old Fusion Dao Realm experts. This was beyond his wildest imagination.

"Wait!"

Suddenly, Zheng Wu remembered something.

He hurriedly scanned the street.

If these children were all in the Fusion Dao Realm, and it took him so long to figure that out, what about the other people on the street—the vendors and passersby?

He observed them for a long, long time.

Though he couldn’t discern their true strength, he noticed something off about the items they casually carried.

He realized that every single one of these items was a treasure, so valuable that it was beyond his comprehension.

Unable to resist, he took out his most powerful treasure and weighed it in his hand. To his shock, the once radiant artifact now looked dull and lifeless.

It was as if a sheep had wandered into a den of wolves.

A storm of emotions raged within him. Even without clearly detecting their cultivation levels, the sheer presence of such treasures made it plain just how shallow his earlier assumptions had been.

Eagerly, he inquired around the street, and after some investigation, he made a major decision in his heart.

He rushed back.

By the manure pit, the members of the Three-Life Sect were eagerly awaiting his return.

Seeing their ancestor return, they quickly stopped their tasks and hurried over to greet him.