"What? What's going on?!"
The War God's soul instantly invaded Xia Ping's sea of consciousness. It intended to wipe out this puny human's soul in one stroke, seize his body, and be reborn once more.
But the moment it entered Xia Ping's sea of consciousness, it was utterly stunned. To its shock, it seemed to have entered a cosmic void—boundless and endless—with nine great worlds revolving around it.
It simply could not find where this puny human's true self was. Honestly, if he had been a god, possessing such an enormous sea of consciousness would have been nothing strange.
But this puny human was merely a mortal. Why did he possess such a terrifying sea of consciousness? Was he even human?!
For a moment, it was completely dumbfounded. Things seemed to be going differently from its original plan.
"I see. I hadn't expected the War God not to be dead after all, leaving behind a wisp of remnant soul. Were you waiting for the chance to choose a suitable inheritor, then seize their body and be reborn? Not a bad scheme."
With a whoosh, Xia Ping's soul appeared before the War God.
The War God appeared to be a minotaur, with a bull's head and human body. It wore black-gold armor, gripped a massive black axe, and radiated a terrifying pressure. Its appearance was incomparably ferocious.
Its body was enormously vast, like a mountain ten thousand meters tall stretching across the void, its aura condensed into substance.
"Puny mortal, when did you discover this?"
The War God's expression darkened as it stared at Xia Ping. It had never imagined that this insignificant human had discovered its plan and even made preparations. This was far beyond its expectations.
As a god, it should have held everything in its grasp. Yet an