Jiang Zhen's consciousness seemed to be drawn by a gentle yet irresistible force, passing through the mists of time and descending into an ancient, dense primeval forest.
The scene before him spun rapidly.
Breaking out of his shell, learning to walk unsteadily, meeting Di Tian, Bi Ji, and the other beasts...
The Three-Eyed Golden Lion was the same. Jiang Zhen's memories surfaced in her mind.
The orphan from the village... the joy of awakening his Martial Soul... obtaining Spirit Rings... encountering the overlord of the Far North...
And Jiang Zhen's Godhood Plan...
His loneliness, whose origin he did not know, his pursuit of power, his protection of those around him, and the unquestionable dominance and tenderness deep inside him...
All these complicated yet genuine emotions and experiences were presented before her without reservation.
No one knew how much time had passed. Perhaps it had only been an instant, or perhaps a very long time.
The strange golden-and-silver halo inside the tent receded like a tide, and the faint transparency of their bodies returned to normal.
The Three-Eyed Golden Lion looked as if all her strength had been drained. Her small body suddenly tilted backward, all four legs going weak as she swayed unsteadily, nearly collapsing to the ground.
She shook her head hard. All three of her eyes were filled with confusion and dizziness, as though she had yet to recover from the impact of that vast amount of information.
Jiang Zhen slowly opened his eyes. Deep in his gaze lingered a trace of emotion over the Three-Eyed Golden Lion's monotonous life.
Looking at the little creature before him, who could barely stand and was swaying dizzily, Jiang Zhen was also overcome by an unbelievable sense of absurdity.
*This Imperial Auspicious Beast... actually came over on her own initiative to