Afterward, these golden pillars slowly squirmed in the void, each following different directions and routes.
"Why do I feel like it's forging something?"
A hint of doubt flashed in Ning Fan's eyes,
as the writhing of these golden pillars made some things increasingly apparent.
It seemed as if there was an invisible mold in the void, with golden liquid being poured into its shape.
Before long, these golden liquids had outlined a rough shape.
Upon seeing this, Ning Fan's soul body shuddered.
The tremor was not from being harmed by the sea of fire, but from the shock it brought.
Even though the golden pattern was not complete, Ning Fan already knew what the true form of the pattern was.
A human. A distinctly bipedal humanoid pattern with visible hands and feet.
It's not a flat humanoid image on canvas, but a three-dimensional figure.
In just a short time, only the head of this golden figure was left unfinished.
"Could it be...?"
