A bonfire had been lit in the shelter, a rare sight.
After swimming out of the sea, Gu Jianlin had made do by washing himself with seawater. When he returned, he sat beside the fire, waiting for his clothes to slowly dry while fiddling with the phone he had just retrieved.
By now, Book Elder should have awakened.
Gu Jianlin had held something back in that final strike. He had not aimed directly for a vital point.
The Fallen who had consumed Ancient God Blood had already taken their first steps down the path of evolution. The changes to their bodily functions could no longer be called mutations, but rather a higher form of evolution. Ordinary fatal wounds were not enough to take their lives; the blood of gods was sufficient to pull them through a critical state and wait for them to heal themselves.
Therefore, Book Elder could survive.
Moreover, at the time, Gu Jianlin had whispered a few words into his ear.
He had issued multiple orders.
If nothing unexpected happened, all he needed to do now was wait quietly for the harvest.
Gu Jianlin understood well that eggs could not be placed in the same basket.
He wanted a share of the Ascenders.
He wanted a share of the Fallen too.
He had to seize with both hands, and both hands had to be strong.
After this incident, he would simply wait and see the outcome.
No matter what, that Ancestor could not be feeling very good.
Because It never could have imagined that there was actually a Supreme One living under an assumed identity within the human camp.
One completely immune to mental interference.
Most crucially, Gu Jianlin now had a full ten drops of Ancient God Blood in his body, enough to sustain Ancient God