Darkness.
Silence.
Vaguely, Zhang Rongfang could still see wisps of fog slowly drifting in the surrounding air.
White mist, very much like strands of spider web, resembling the color of suspicious clouds and eerie fog.
He took a deep breath, barely feeling that all the wounds on his body had healed, no longer exposing any bleeding cuts to the outside, before slowly standing up.
'Wish Girl?' No response.
'Blood God?'
'Great Spirit Desires Heaven?'
He attempted to connect with the Residual Gods that were carried within him, one by one.
But none answered.
'Indeed, although they are connected with me, they essentially exist within their own Void, rather than within my body.
It's just because they focus more of their attention on me, causing situations like the Blood Lotus to occur.'
Zhang Rongfang had been in contact with the white scales a lot, and gradually became familiar with the existence of gods and deities.
At this moment, his mind quickly found an answer.
