Jiang Nan looked at Oracle God's bones and fell silent.
Though all that remained was a skeleton, his presence seemed to grow ever more imposing before Jiang Nan's eyes.
What kind of unwavering resolve had it taken for Oracle God to make such a decision?
To stake everything on an uncertain future!
He had carved spells into his bones, using his own remains to refine the power source that drove the Star Ring.
Even in death, he was still burning for this era!
A thousand years had passed, yet he still sat at the heart of the array!
Those nearly thirty thousand Oracle God's Tears were the fruit of his blood, sweat, and hopes.
They carried the weight of his will!
For the first time, Jiang Nan felt just how heavy they were!
So heavy it was hard to breathe!
It was as if the ancestors had crossed endless ages to pass the torch into his hands!
Bai Kou gently unclasped the Ice Bell from her ankle, her eyes glistening.
"I left before Oracle God fell. I took a Star Ring with me—I didn't want to see someone as powerful as him die in loneliness."
"Before the last trace of spiritual energy faded from the world, I used my spirit skill to freeze myself and that Star Ring in the permafrost."
"I was waiting for the right moment to awaken and finish what the previous generation had left undone."
Jiang Nan understood. So that was why Bai Kou had a Star Ring, and why she had already reached the Dao Tian level when she emerged from the permafrost.
He looked toward the Blue Ice Wall behind the altar. A huge circular indentation marked its surface.
That must have been where the Star Ring now lying in the Oracle Spirit Ruins