Her Golden Eyes stared fixedly at the black roots spreading through the seawater.
Those roots writhed and grew like black snakes.
She abruptly raised her gaze toward 008, which had grown from the seabed like a pillar anchoring the ocean!
Her earlier conversation with Bai Ye faintly resurfaced.
"Then can I use Divine Gestation?"
"You'll die."
Blazing fire rekindled in those Golden Eyes!
"Little White only said I'd die. He never said I couldn't use Divine Gestation!"
Tang Guo murmured, the light in her eyes growing ever brighter.
She... had found a way.
"Am I... am I dead?"
Boundless, freezing darkness enveloped Du Jingzhe.
The searing pain had long since faded into numbness, and his consciousness seemed to sink to the very bottom of the Abyss.
Suddenly, he felt as though a pair of hands had caught him.
Du Jingzhe snapped his eyes open, delight filling them.
"Teacher, you..."
His excited words abruptly froze, and the delight in his eyes slowly faded.
At death's door, the one who had come for him was not his teacher, but... the Flesh Prison God!!
Scarlet, fleshy tentacles coiled around his ruined body. At their far end loomed the enormous, boundless Flesh Prison God.
Countless scarlet eyes opened simultaneously in the darkness.
Layer upon layer, ring upon ring, every scarlet eye held inhuman indifference and greed as it locked onto the falling Du Jingzhe.
That was the gaze of the Flesh Prison God.
There were no words, only chaotic whispers drilling into his mind, shrill, cloying, and insane.
It was not a language humans could hear, but Du Jingzhe understood it.
Faith.
Submission.
Rebirth.
His entire body shook violently, his head threatening to split as countless thoughts collided in his mind.
Why you!?
Why isn't it Teacher!?
As he lay dying, Du Jingzhe