The many phantoms all froze at once upon hearing this.
A moment later, a soft chuckle unexpectedly sounded from behind the golden mask.
The illusory voices layered over one another, carrying an immense sense of oppression.
"I'll give it to you... but not now..."
The moment the words fell, the layers of phantoms vanished, along with that immaculate white feather.
At the same time.
Tempest Domain.
Palu Star Belt.
Song Siming, who was still standing guard beside the corpse of Xiao Xuan, the Palu Pigfolk, together with Shi Aotian, Ma Han, and the others, suddenly felt an unprovoked tremor within his soul body!
In an instant, his features twisted into a savage grimace, and his right hand instinctively pressed against his heart.
"Huh? What's wrong with you?"
Shi Bashi, slow to catch on, asked foolishly:
"My sleep's been pretty regular lately. Why did you turn into this again?"
Ma Han and the others: "?"
Shi Aotian: "..."
Song Siming: "..."
"My condition has nothing to do with the quality of your sleep..."
"Really?" Shi Bashi looked utterly innocent.
"But I did have a nightmare last night. Could it have something to do with that?"
Song Siming: "..."
Too lazy to deal with that idiot Shi Bashi, he turned to Shi Aotian beside him instead.
"Something seems wrong. I need to go take a look myself."
Shi Aotian's reaction speed was clearly leagues faster than his brother Shi Bashi's. He immediately understood and replied with a frown:
"Xu Xiao failed to ascend to godhood?"
That short sentence instantly made everyone around them widen their eyes.
Before Song Siming could respond, Ma Han rushed forward and urgently demanded of Shi Aotian:
"What did you just say? Say that again!?"
Shi Aotian merely cast Ma Han an indifferent glance without answering, continuing to