The twin-turbo spirit engines roared as thirty-six Golden Rolls-Royces tore through the rocky gorges of the Southern Wilderness.
Tires threw up gravel against the damp cliff walls. In the front passenger seat, Lin Mo watched the red countdown timer tick down on his virtual dashboard.
[REMAINING SURVIVAL TIME: 1 HOUR, 12 MINUTES!]
[TARGET 2: BAI LING | GOODNESS: 96 / 100]
[LOCATION: TEN-THOUSAND BEASTS VALLEY — BEAST-TAMING PLATFORM]
Beside him, Han Shan sat quietly. The three Golden Earth-Worms poked their tiny horned heads from his jacket pocket, sniffing the breeze and humming softly.
“Chairman Lin,” Han Shan said, pointing ahead. “Ten-Thousand Beasts Valley lies beyond that sulfur ridge. Valley Master Beast-Fang traps wild spirit-beasts and breaks them with barbed whips and bone-melting poisons.”
“Sounds like an unlicensed puppy mill with flying swords,” Lin Mo said deadpan. “I have never met an immortal sect that understood labor laws or humane animal care. We will educate them with a budget.”
