Zhao Nan looked at Beirut with a solemn expression. "Rest assured, Lord Beirut. I wouldn't dare deceive you about something like this!"
"Good.
"As long as what you've said is true, I'll certainly help you. But if you're deceiving me, I won't go easy on you!" Beirut gave Zhao Nan a long look before replying.
"Rest assured, Lord Beirut. I absolutely won't let you down," Zhao Nan promised.
After hearing Zhao Nan's words, Beirut said nothing more. With a wave of his hand, a ball of soul energy suffused with a dense aura of death appeared in his palm.
"I'd originally planned to give this to Harvey and the others. But since you need it now, you can use it first. I'll get another one for them when I have the chance."
Zhao Nan looked at the soul in Beirut's hand, and the stirring in his heart grew even stronger. At that moment, he couldn't help wondering: Has everything about me been arranged in advance?
Am I really the so-called Person of Uncertain Fate?
And what role does Hongmeng play in all this?
But Zhao Nan quickly suppressed the stirring within him. He sat cross-legged, pressed the soul against the space between his brows, and began comprehending the Laws of Death.
Beirut watched Zhao Nan as he comprehended the Laws of Death, narrowing his eyes slightly. He glanced at the Earth Clone and Life Clone standing nearby, then asked the Earth Clone, "How far have you progressed in fusing the Laws?"
"Lord Beirut, I've now fused the Earth Movement Technique, Mysteries of Strength, Earth Element, Pulse of the Earth, and Gravity Space—the five mysteries of the Laws of Earth—to six percent," the Earth Clone replied.
"Then why not become a Highgod? You know that Highgods can make deductions much faster