The faint mist squirmed slightly as blood-red radiance poured down from the top of the sky, piercing through the clouds and fog.
People moved back and forth around them, having already cleared away most of the chaotic, twisted flesh nearby.
Meanwhile, He Ao stood calmly beside the vertical shaft, absorbing the energy carried upward by the spring water from within.
By the time he had finished absorbing the energy, the people doing the cleanup had mostly left. He raised Vestarra's Spear and drew up a little more spring water.
Compared with before, the spring water brought up from the shaft had decreased considerably.
He Ao had tried reaching in to touch it. Compared to the beginning, he now had to lean far deeper into the shaft before he could feel its dampness.
The "spring water" in this shaft was clearly not endless.
But He Ao did not force the issue. His Physical Quality had already soared past seven thousand and was nearing eight thousand, while the divine consciousness accumulated in his mind had also surpassed what he had possessed at the beginning.
What surprised him slightly, however, was that the divine consciousness generated by this body had not mixed with the divine consciousness he had brought with his soul. Although both had fused into his soul, they remained distinctly separate, each gathered in its own place.
The divine consciousness generated by this body was far more compatible with the body itself than the divine consciousness He Ao had brought with his soul. Thus, most of it gathered at the boundary between body and soul. Unless He Ao forcefully mobilized it, it would not fully merge into his soul.
Thinking back now, the divine consciousness of He Ao's original body seemed to have been in a similar state. It was only