“Buwang,” the middle-aged man behind Pray Eternal Divine Regent said, “You do not need to be this way.”4

“Buwang… Buwang (Modest)? Hahaha… hahahahaha!” Pan Buwang lifted his head and laughed like a madman, uncaring of the fact that his jar of wine had spilled over his person. “Just listen to the title my dear Father bestowed me back when I became a Divine Son. He truly is a man of acute foresight, is he not? Now that I have become one with the mud, Father will never have to worry about arrogance or imbecility from me ever again… hehahahaha!”4

Pan Yusheng’s face grew darker and darker. It was to the point where black qi was rising between his eyebrows. The middle-aged man hurriedly took half a step forward and gave him a calming look. Then, he said, “You may not be a Divine Son anymore, Buwang, but the thought of abandoning you has never crossed your Father’s mind. If he truly has discarded you, then why would he—”0

“Shut up, you old thing.”0

Pan Buwang side-eyed the middle-aged man with a slanted grin dripping with scorn. “Back then, you swore that you would support me with your life for as long as you lived. But when Pan Buzhuo stepped on my head, you did not even give me a single fart. You think you have the right to educate me?" Spit!9

Pan Buwang actually spat a glob of smelly, alcoholic saliva at the duo.0

There were few people in the Abyss who hadn’t heard the name Pan Buwang.0

After all, it was the name of the Divine Son of the Owl Butterfly Kingdom of God.0

That was all in the past though.0

Every generation, the Six Kingdoms of God of the Abyss would spare no effort in locating the next God Bearer. Every time they succeeded,...0