When he once again gathered his thoughts, he found himself in a bizarre crevice between dimensions.
In front of him, a massive phantom formed by pure energy laws stood silently, emanating an eternal aura of conservation.
"Energy Conservation Demon God?" Xuanqing's consciousness stared at the presence, his tone calm and serene.
"Daoist friend, how come you did not perish completely in the catastrophe of Fierce Beasts?"
The phantom of the Energy Conservation Demon God slightly trembled, emanating a deep Dao sound: "Energy neither increases nor decreases, neither defiled nor pure, it simply transforms from one form to another."
"I preside over energy conservation. Though my body is damaged, my Origin imprint managed to survive, continuing to exist in another form."
Upon hearing this, Xuanqing's lips curled into a meaningful smile: "What you say, Daoist friend, is indeed accurate."
