By the Divine Sea, before the lingering aftermath of the three Beast Venerables' spirit projections had fully settled, Lin Langtian's attention was already firmly drawn to the majestic pressure beside him, as heavy as primordial mountains and as vast as boundless earth.
He slowly turned around, his gaze falling upon the Primordial Battle Puppet standing silently nearby.
Its dark-gold shell gleamed with a restrained, profound luster beneath the blood-red spiritual radiance shrouding the Divine Sea, as though it could absorb all light and prying eyes.
The shocking cracks that had once covered its body had now mostly vanished, leaving behind only faint marks that were nearly impossible to notice.
The most fatal piercing wound on its chest had been completely covered by newly formed dark-gold matter with an unusual texture. It was smooth as a mirror, with only a faint ring-shaped pattern remaining around it like an ancient medal. Rather than appearing flawed, it gave the puppet an added air of weathered yet indestructible endurance.
The ancient runes that had once been dim and damaged across the battle puppet's body were now all lit up!
They were not dazzling, but instead resembled the most steadfast stars in the night sky, slowly flowing and flickering along some profoundly mysterious trajectory.
Every flicker caused a subtle resonance in the surrounding Divine Sea energy, releasing a heart-palpitating heaviness that seemed capable of suppressing time and space.
What stirred Lin Langtian most were the two halos in the battle puppet's eyes, which had already undergone a qualitative transformation.
They were no longer simple dark-gold flames. They had become slowly revolving, miniature earth-yellow stars, with a point of condensed dark gold at their centers—deep, cold, yet brimming with indescribable spirituality and majesty.
The instant their gazes met, Lin Langtian felt a mountain-like sense of reliability,