In the base beneath the moon.
The dried corpse was thinking about what to do next. Without Ji Zhen's corpse, he felt lost. Time was running out, and he could no longer afford trial and error. Yet without Ji Zhen's corpse, he had no way to know what had gone wrong.
If he did not know where the mistake lay, he had no way to improve the process.
That meant his next attempt could still fail.
And for the dried corpse, failure now meant death.
"Heh. It seems this old man has lived far, far too long. Even the world can no longer bear to let me go on living." The thought of that final outcome filled the dried corpse with sorrow.
But just as he prepared to stake his life on one last attempt and choose another human seedling to cultivate, he suddenly sensed Ji Zhen's aura.
No, that was not right.
The aura was clearly different from Ji Zhen's, yet the two shared countless similarities.
He immediately turned his attention to the ground. There, in a valley, he saw... Chang Wei beating Lai Fu.
No, wait.
It was Nameless beating the Beast God.
Because the Beast God's appearance had been stolen from Nameless's Dragon Exoshell, to the dried corpse, it looked like two brothers fighting.
Question marks sprang up in the dried corpse's mind. What kind of act was this?
"Wait!"
After a moment of confusion, the dried corpse's eyes flew wide. He fixed his attention on the Beast God, and his breathing quickened. If his senses were not deceiving him, that was the aura of a god!
A Godslayer was meant to slay gods!
The Beast God's aura might have become vastly different from Ji Zhen's, but the dried corpse did not care whether Ji Zhen lived