A note before we begin:
Boo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo, my group is gone.
Last night, after I came out of the shower, my original first reader group was gone (sobbing). It said I had disbanded it, but I hadn't done anything. Boo-hoo-hoo-hoo.
It was like my eldest legitimate son had suddenly dropped dead, like old Zhu suddenly losing Zhu Biao. Boo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo, I really didn't disband it. Come on, tx, why can't group chats be restored?
Also, during the day today, my editor suddenly asked why I'd left the writing community and deleted him. Only then did I find out I'd also left the author group and deleted my editor (boo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo).
Another new discovery: I'd left my high school group too, a group I'd been in for six or seven years. Boo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo.
Alas, boo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo, my eldest legitimate son dropped dead. Boo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo, my heart hurts (sobbing, sobbing, sobbing, sobbing).
The main text follows, boo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo:
"Not bad. You're in much better shape than I imagined."
An unknown amount of time had passed, yet those two terrifying figures that all but blotted out the sky and sun still lingered in Xiao Fan's mind. The beings of countless races, every intelligent creature, seemed to be paying homage to those two terrifying existences.
And the strength of those two terrifying existences was so horrifying that Xiao Fan could not possibly describe it in words.
They had merely sat there, yet Xiao Fan had felt as though all of heaven and earth trembled beneath their feet.
Dou Di. They were definitely Dou Di!
Only a Dou Di could possess such terrifying pressure.
Xiao Fan drew a deep breath, suppressed the thoughts churning within him, and looked at Tianchi beside him. Only then did he sense that his soul power seemed to have undergone an evolution, acquiring some inexplicable form of