The toad climbed onto the broken Turtle Mountain, grabbing the Merit Stele.

Merit was illusory, and so were soul beasts. Merit and soul beasts were simply a perfect match!

The merit belonged to Su He, so it was also its own. The soul beast and its master were of one heart and different bodies, inseparable. It manipulated the Merit Stele without any discomfort.

Its frog-like claws kneaded the stele, which surprisingly yielded like dough. In an instant, it was shaped into a cannon barrel.