"If that Giant is not the holder, then who set those commandments?"
Keaton Bian clearly doubted Ken Middleton's conclusion.
Previously, they had determined that the current holder of the God-Sealing Panel should be an entity derived from the combination of the local mind and many powerful Divine Souls.
"I also thought your judgment was correct before, but after that Giant was heavily injured, I discovered this."
Ken Middleton revealed a wooden space of elm wood in his hand, composed of nearly tens of thousands of pieces forming a lock.
As all the pieces of elm wood were stripped away layer by layer, a core heart of elm wood slowly rose to float.
Then it transformed into a transparent force and merged into the God-Sealing Space, causing Keaton Bian's body to twist into a mass of flesh.
A shrill wail emanated from within that mass of flesh.
"Sorry."
Ken Middleton reassembled the Hackberry Lock.
"The power of the commandments! Isn't that the Giant's power! How can you use it!"
