The Price

"Old Willow, before you came to Heavenly Xuan, how did you communicate with ordinary mortals like us?"

"Through thought-sensing."

"Thought-sensing? Communicating through intent?"

"No. I directly threw what I wanted to say into their heads."

".A little brutal." Chen Zhixing thought about the odds of an ordinary person suddenly dropping dead if the current him forcibly shoved Divine Sense into their mind, then could not help rolling his eyes. "A thirty percent chance of death, a ten percent chance of turning into an idiot. Communicating with you really is dangerous."

"I was a god then."

"You mean that was the dignity a godfiend ought to have, and anyone who wanted to communicate with you had to risk paying the price of death?"

".Mm." After a while of silence, Willow God added, "The world I came from is different from Heavenly Xuan. It was not one race ruling the age, but ten thousand races resonating together. And I was born a natural deity. Before I cultivated into a Chaos Godfiend, I basically did not communicate much with others."

"A natural deity, huh. Truly impressive. Impressive."

The conversation between the two seemed to get stuck there.

Willow God floated on the tree trunk, while Chen Zhixing sat cross-legged beneath the tree.

In truth, the two of them did not have much to talk about. To Willow God, Chen Zhixing was not very different from those people of the former Original Realm who had sheltered themselves under Its followers; at most, he was a bit stronger and more talented. And now that It was weak, It temporarily needed to maintain a good relationship with Chen Zhixing.

As for Chen Zhixing, the reason he had come to see Willow God this time was only that he had felt loneliness.

Yes, loneliness.

The loneliness of