Zhou Xuan's day trip brought him to White Cliff Mountain, where the Painter, Music Master, and Lord Jian were all still present.
Though the Heavenly Official had already fallen, his corpse remained,
and the incense fire within a god's corpse burned fiercely. Those high-ranking incense worshippers in Jing Country—who wouldn't covet it?
However, Zhou Xuan's incense fire wasn't of a high grade. Without a Guardian at his side, leveraging the Heavenly Official's corpse might not go smoothly.
"Well, Well God, don't you think you're being extravagant, needing so many big shots to shield you while you dine?"
As Zhou Xuan approached the corpse of the Heavenly Official, a blood-colored Blood Well totem emerged from his Divine Soul.
"Eat, eat, eat!"
For the first time, he saw the eyes within the Blood Well grow so excited—every single eye radiated a savage and ferocious will to devour.
To feast upon a god, every eye trembled with unrestrained exhilaration.
