After a brief conversation, Di Tian and the Three-Eyed Golden Lion arrived in front of Su Ming and his companion.
"It seems the Beast God has made up his mind."
Seeing that the Three-Eyed Golden Lion had also come this time, Su Ming breathed a sigh of relief.
There was no faulting the appearance of the Three-Eyed Golden Lion; she possessed an exquisitely refined form, much like a meticulously carved piece of art. The perfect combination of extreme light and fire attributes resonated with the markings on her body, exuding both a sense of power and aesthetic beauty.
Noting Su Ming's thorough examination, the Three-Eyed Golden Lion refused to be outdone. She let out a snort and began looking Su Ming up and down in return.
Su Ming smiled.
He channeled the power of dendritic fate within his eyes, locking gazes with the Auspicious Beast.
"Ow, my eyes!"
The Three-Eyed Golden Lion clutched her eyes and rolled around on the ground.
Di Tian's expression shifted slightly.
Although the golden light that flashed through Su Ming's eyes had only lasted for an instant, he had still managed to catch it.
Was this the power of fate?
Even the Auspicious Beast could not meet his gaze directly.
He crouched down, helping the Three-Eyed Golden Lion to her feet, and confirmed that she was unharmed.
"Do not look directly at fate," Su Ming kindly reminded.
The Three-Eyed Golden Lion lowered her head, not daring to meet Su Ming's gaze again.
She had just witnessed a hundred different ways of her own death, each one more cruel than the last.
The crucial point was that she had experienced a strong sense of immersion, as if she had truly lived through those hundred deaths.
That momentary blow to her Spiritual Power had been immense.
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