The black dog's large, bell-like eyes were wide as it paced back and forth, mumbling incessantly, clearly shocked to its core.
"How is this possible? Why is it sealed here? Back then... dammit, this doesn't make any sense!"
Its eyes were profound, staring intently at the Investiture of the Gods. Its gaze was unblinking as it pondered something unknown, causing it to shiver involuntarily.
Then, the black dog lay on the ground, silent and lost in thought, as if sinking into distant memories.
"The Investiture of the Gods..." Ye Fan murmured to himself.
He showed no excited expression, yet he seemed almost petrified. These words were utterly familiar to him, hailing as he did from the other side of the Starry Sky.
He appeared calm, but a tempestuous wave surged in his heart. How could the creations of the Pre-Qin Qi Refiners emerge one after another?
