Sometimes hatred could linger longer than love and cut deeper. Gao Ming would never forget how Dream had interfered at the crucial moment of Hanhai's restoration and nearly ruined everything.
He had taken over five of Dream's shrines, while Dream wanted to be reborn through him. One of them was destined to have their soul utterly destroyed.
Once one of them was completely forgotten, the other would inherit everything they had.
The Dream Markings mimicked the seed's aura, twisting into a thread that dipped into the Blood Sea. The instant it touched the surface, ghostly faces lunged at it like deformed fish. They opened their mouths, their hatred turning into sharp fangs, their bodies steeped in resentment.
"You're summoning a Returning Soul... by brute force?" Number Two gave up trying to reason with Gao Ming. Through Bai Xiao's eyes, it watched the enormous shadow beneath the Blood Sea in terror. No one knew what it was.
"This system never has an answer, and I don't know how to take the gentle approach anyway." Following the coordinates provided by the Secondhand System, Gao Ming continued probing downward with the Dream Markings. More than ten minutes passed before the Flesh-and-Blood Ghost God statues inside the five shrines suddenly opened their eyes. Their faces twisted with the ferocity of Calamity Gods, and their eight arms plunged into the shrines, seizing the Dream Markings that had quietly begun to warp.
Dream, that utterly devious bastard, had heard Gao Ming's voice. Instead of answering, it was trying to establish a connection with the shrines and drag Gao Ming into the Blood Sea.
"That **!" Even the usually refined Gao Ming could not help swearing. He tried to reel in the thread woven from the Dream Markings, but to his surprise, it seemed to have snagged