Adams lay silently on the sand, staring blankly into space, but in secret, he had already hidden Best Metal beneath the sand and spread it out.
Best Metal formed an underground chamber, with Jiang Long inside. He had just been sent in.
There simply had not been a chance to let him show himself yet, because high in the sky, a small winged ball of light was watching everyone below.
Jiang Long sat cross-legged inside the Best Metal chamber, meditating.
His brow pulsed, and a wisp of his primordial spirit sprang out.
The primordial spirit rapidly recovered and grew flesh and blood, soon taking on Mo Qiong's appearance.
"How are things on your end?" Jiang Long asked hurriedly.
"There are only three deities left in World Creation Mountain. I sent the rest to Mars," Mo Qiong said.
"Wonderful! Only three left... Do they think you're dead?" Jiang Long asked.
"That Sun God may have been deceived by humans too many times. He's a brainless brawler. But that is actually the most suitable personality for him. Ancient gods aren't suited to scheming. As for Tai Feng, he seems open to negotiation. He's reflecting on the ancient gods' defeat. Still, they should all believe that I'm dead," Mo Qiong said.
After meeting Jiang Long, Mo Qiong had helped him enter the Nascent Soul Stage. After all, Knocking on the Palace was far too easy for him.
Mo Qiong had then entrusted a wisp of his primordial spirit to Jiang Long's Niwan Palace.
Sending Jiang Long to Adams had actually been the same as sending away his own resurrection point.
Of course, doing so meant he had to suppress the recovery of his primordial spirit, deliberately leaving a gap and repeatedly eroding himself.
Otherwise, once he fully recovered, the small portion in Jiang