The power of faith lingering around the temple instantly collapsed, vanishing into the current as if it had never existed.
Confusion flickered in the River Haunt's gaze from above. It seemed something had slipped its notice. It looked at Yu Xing, standing alone before the temple, then at the five outsiders on the other side. It couldn't understand why Yu Xing had desperately run over there.
Was he trying to draw every attack to himself and shoulder the pressure for his companions?
A part of the River Haunt's mind was missing, leaving it dazed and disoriented. Even though it sensed that some of its memories were fragmented and didn't fit together, it couldn't make sense of them all in such a short time.
It only knew that boundless anger still lingered within it, along with a trace of fear.
Why?
Ah, the anger. It must be furious that an outsider's curse had left its statue mostly shattered.
Then what about the fear? Was it because these outsiders were stronger than it had imagined, making it wary of them too? ...Ridiculous. It was a god, and how could these insignificant ants before it possibly stand against a being without weaknesses?!
The River Haunt hadn't lied about one thing. After the Creator's visit, it had indeed been granted more "sentience." In that brief time, it seemed to have developed a humanlike personality. The price was losing its divine nature—the ability to view all living things from a higher perspective.
It was hard to say whether the Creator's visit had given it more or taken away an opportunity that should have been its own. But that didn't matter. It had already been a discarded failure, abandoned by the Creator, yet its experiences in the Ye River had drawn the Creator's attention once more—