"It's a bit of a pity that after crossing into this world, it seems I don't have the fate of being a protagonist, nor any special abilities; I can only work hard to survive and find a way to live in the cracks."
Feng Xiaozao's words left Han Zhan speechless.
Upon reflection, indeed, this soul that has crossed over has been living very pragmatically, a character trait that is hard not to like.
Watching the increasingly weakened Feng Xiaozao, Han Zhan spoke again:
"Perhaps, there's one more way to keep you from complete annihilation and continue living in this world."
"What way?"
Han Zhan raised his hand, summoning the floating Kongtong Seal in mid-air.
The Kongtong Seal in his hand emitted a faint cyan glow, reflecting in Feng Xiaozao's eyes.
"Let your soul fuse with the Kongtong Seal, and then, using it as the core, pilot this divine body left by the God of Pure Beauty."
The God of Pure Beauty is utterly dead.
This point is beyond dispute.
