Luo Zheng was half-convinced by the prophet's words.
To Luo Zheng now, the God Domain was still a distant aspiration.
As for what the entire God Domain would have to face, its connection to Luo Zheng was probably even more remote.
So Luo Zheng's heart remained utterly unmoved by the news from this prophet. If the sky fell, the True Gods would hold it up. And above the True Gods were the Saints...
However, the prophet's final words still made Luo Zheng's heart jolt.
Did this fellow know how much Strength Origin he had absorbed?
That Strength Origin had ultimately been drawn from the Saint's power. For an ordinary martial artist to absorb tens of thousands of drops was already considered a great deal.
The Strength Origin absorbed by any martial artist this year was probably equivalent to what could have been absorbed over an entire year in the past...
As for Luo Zheng, he had absorbed even more Strength Origin—he had taken one-third of that lake of Strength Origin.
If the other party knew he had absorbed so much, would they make him return it?
Although Luo Zheng was somewhat flustered, he still had a solid reason for confidence.
Such a vast lake of Strength Origin had been placed there, along with a Trigram Ball that could reverse gravity and allow the martial artists who entered to leave. This should have been the arrangement of the "master" mentioned by the prophet. Since the other party had arranged things this way, they clearly did not care if someone entered and absorbed the Strength Origin.
The only problem was that Luo Zheng had absorbed far, far too much.
If this lake of Strength Origin was the entirety of that Saint's power, Luo Zheng taking a third of it directly was indeed