At this moment, he suddenly perceived that there seemed to be other existences within the dark clouds, akin to thunderclaps in broad daylight.
Thoughts sealed in ice, layers upon layers shattered.
Li Fan's consciousness swiftly recovered.
"Do I devour the God? Or does the God devour me?"
"So close."
Surveying his entire body, Li Fan instantaneously understood his current predicament.
"Just like the moment before the True God descends."
"Except, the descent of the True God is the return of all things to God, death and rebirth."
"And now, it is borrowing a corpse to revive a soul!"
Li Fan, heedless of the ever-growing urging power accumulated in the dark clouds, calmly contemplated.
"How can devouring a God be a trivial matter? Any thread within these dark clouds can feign reality, creating past true experiences."
"Like my rude, direct devouring, even if I can barely swallow it all, the result is only one."
"The fallen True God, using my body, returns once more."
