Glorious Spoils of War! Tremble, Jiang Li! (Please Vote)

Before Shen Lang left Mo Jing for the Abyss Rift, he had engaged in a very long exchange with the Gazing Sky Totem.

Of course, this so-called exchange had basically been one-sided on Shen Lang's part. The Gazing Sky Totem was a sculpture; it would not give any answer or response.

Just as the Empress Medusa had said, the Gazing Sky Totem was unwilling to step down from its altar.

But why was it unwilling to step down from the altar? Why did it insist on becoming an eternal statue? Was it arrogance? No! It was despair, numbness, or perhaps even more reasons—reasons entirely unknown.

Why had the Gazing Sky before him become a statue? Shen Lang did not know either, because throughout their entire exchange, the other party had not responded.

There had been no answer, nor any spiritual response.

Shen Lang had said a great many things, especially replaying in full for Gazing Sky the process of the Empress Medusa's sacrifice.

Gazing Sky still showed no reaction.

That saying was so well put: if Heaven had feelings, Heaven too would grow old. No one knew how many years the Gazing Sky statue had existed. Like a stone, all its emotions had been utterly numbed. If it could be easily persuaded, then it would not be a totem.

And most crucially, when it was a sculpture, even its senses were numb; it could not feel pain or despair. Yet once it stepped down from the altar, it would mean becoming a normal living creature, and emotions such as joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness would come surging in.

Pain and despair would return in force. So would it rather become an eternal statue than endure the suffering of life? Shen Lang had exhausted every method, yet still could not persuade