Three Siblings. On the dim second floor of the attic.
With a flip of his palm, a head appeared floating above Luo Chen's hand. It was no larger than a fist—the Purple Pole Heavenly God.
The Purple Pole Heavenly God's senses were completely sealed at the moment. He lay motionless in Luo Chen's palm, hair disheveled and eyes vacant, like a dead thing.
At a thought from Luo Chen, the Purple Pole Heavenly God slowly opened his eyes. Gazing up at the incomparably towering Luo Chen, his expression was strangely calm.
Neither joyful nor sorrowful, he had already understood the gap between himself and Luo Chen. With death in his heart, he had nothing left to fear.
After all, he was an old monster who had lived for three billion years.
Having fallen to this state, he could only blame his own bad luck.
Who could have imagined that a mighty being at the level of a Dao Ancestor or Immortal Ancestor would appear in a shattered great thousand world?
The Heavenly God had already adjusted his mindset and was prepared to face any fate.
Luo Chen did not waste words. The depths of his pupils suddenly became dazzling, as though a millstone were reflected within them, slowly turning.
Any living being who looked at it would feel their soul tremble.
After meeting the Purple Pole Heavenly God's gaze, his pupils involuntarily dilated. Their light faded, and he became blank and sluggish.
Luo Chen began searching through the Purple Pole Heavenly God's memories.
The memories of a Heavenly God were as vast as a sea of smoke, and finding the information Luo Chen needed within them was even more troublesome.
A long while later.
Morning sunlight spilled through the windowsill and shone upon Luo Chen, stretching out his shadow.
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