"What on earth is this thing? Why does it have its own consciousness?"
The Three-star Giant King shouted in anger and shock.
The stele ignored him, flying back to the space that imprisoned Jiang Fan. It pressed down gently, causing the space to shatter.
Jiang Fan managed to escape, looking like a porcelain figure about to break, his body covered with countless cracks.
A single touch would cause it to shatter.
He quickly took out a Heavenly Clothes Divine Water and consumed it, the cracks rapidly disappearing.
The icy, tearing pain inside his body also faded away like a receding tide.
Ignoring his body, he fixed his gaze firmly on the Misfortune God Stele before him, his eyes filled with confusion, and hesitantly asked:
"Do you have your own Spiritual Wisdom?"
The stele descended in front of him, meeting his gaze.
A familiar voice, making Jiang Fan incredulous, emerged from within the stele.
"It's me, brother."
