After successfully killing Xu Piao, Dong Fan left the waterlogged building complex in the West Suburbs and staggered through the wild hills dotted with scattered houses and broken paths.
On the ground and in midair, rain-soaked blades of grass, branches, and leaves leaned toward him. Snakes, ants, insects, and crawling creatures darted around his feet. Their forms seemed unchanged, yet seemed to be breaking apart. The strong or faint life force within them had indeed become unsettled, forming a dynamic cycle within this dense forest and around Dong Fan, gradually replenishing the energy he had expended earlier.
Dong Fan's own form-and-spirit structure was not particularly exceptional, nor had it been steeped in Extraordinary Power for long. After all, he was merely an ordinary person who had already died. It was the power Ronan projected over that forcibly dragged him back and pieced him together anew into a barely functional Form and Spirit Framework.
In essence, it was an illusion, making Dong Fan believe that he was still alive, living in a twisted and absurd dream world.
Precisely because its essence was void, even though Dong Fan controlled the life-energy cycle across a broader area, serving as the sole controller of this temporary system and able to wield Unranked Divine Power, the cost was immense. Such a cycle inevitably relied on the axis of spirituality. Without an extraordinary foundation, the obscure drain on spirituality was even greater, and the already mediocre "central axis" could not help wearing down at a rapid pace.
At this time, the more ordinary things that had belonged to the original Dong Fan were quickly being worn away. Only those things he was especially obsessed with could remain.
For example, his mother.
Did he love his mother? That old woman who had once worked the streets merely