Everything was blurred.
Not even a face, not even the facial features were discernible.
Yet Xu Xiaoshou felt this was a human form, this was Ran Ming, this was the Ancestral God Realm!
It was clearly watching him, questioning him, had he understood?
"Can we communicate, no?"
With his mischievous heart not yet extinguished, Xu Xiaoshou gave it a try, but fearing that the deity might not understand his poor ancient expressions, he reconsidered and then asked:
"Do you speak, no?"
"Do you wish to speak, no?"
"Are you hungry, no?"
He didn't want to listen, he wanted to chat with Ran Ming, he wanted a dialogue!
In his mind, the remnant image of the "Shadow of Divine" lingered, uncertain if it had heard his words.
Xu Xiaoshou could not care less, trying every method, even resorting to reverse psychology:
"The Heavenly Ancestor hasn't died, can talk to me, are you dead? Only this residual image left? How mediocre..."
With no response, he had to change his approach:
