By the Divine Sea, the lingering aftermath of the complete dissipation of the three Beast Sovereign Spirits had yet to fully settle when Lin Langtian's mind was immediately drawn to the vast pressure beside him, as heavy as primordial mountains and as boundless as the endless earth.
He slowly turned around, his gaze falling upon the quietly standing Primordial War Puppet.
Its dark gold shell flowed with a restrained, profound luster beneath the Blood Spirit Light shrouding the Divine Sea, as though it could absorb all light rays and scrutiny.
The shocking cracks that had once covered its entire body had now mostly vanished, while the rest had been repaired until only faint, nearly imperceptible traces remained.
The most fatal penetrating wound on its chest had been entirely covered by newly formed dark gold material of an unusual texture. It was smooth as a mirror, leaving only a faint ring-shaped pattern like an ancient medal. Rather than appearing flawed, it gave the puppet an added air of weathered immortality.
The ancient runes that had once been dim and damaged across the war puppet's shell had all lit up!
They were not dazzlingly bright. Instead, like the most constant stars in the night sky, they slowly flowed and flickered along some incomparably mysterious path.
Every flicker triggered a subtle resonance from the surrounding Divine Sea energy, emitting a heavy fluctuation that made one's heart tremble, as though it could suppress space and time.
What stirred Lin Langtian's mind most were the two halos in the war puppet's eyes, which had already undergone a qualitative transformation.
They were no longer simple dark gold flames, but slowly rotating miniature Yellow Stars, with a point of condensed dark gold at their centers. They were profound and cold, yet filled with indescribable spirituality and majesty.