The Titan Shadow reached out with one hand toward the Divine Spirit's flesh muck body, the movement slow and steady, carrying an unparalleled power.
The entire space changed with it, twisting around the palm, forming wave-like folds, like a silk scarf spread out on a table.
Power itself is a most pure rule.
This was an instant in time, very short yet very long, as he felt countless active consciousnesses, the lingering souls of innumerable Titan Humans.
"I didn't expect it to be a human."
An ancient voice echoed by his ear, as if from time immemorial, honed by the constant washing of time, finely ground like grains of sand that brush past edges, colliding softly, producing minute sounds.
Su Changxing felt a stir in his heart, realizing this must be the main consciousness left within the Titan Shadow, mirroring what he looked like in life.
"Mi is dead?"
"Are you referring to that mixed-blood Titan Human?"
"Yes. So you didn't know his name."
