"The breath of the Father God..."
"And the aura of the Duotian Shenfan as well."
Had it been hundreds of thousands of years earlier, when Gonggong's strength was at its peak, upon hearing Jiang Chen's words, he would have contemplated for a moment before making up his mind.
But at this moment, due to excessive weakness, Gonggong had basically lost the ability to think and acted on instinct alone.
Upon feeling the breath of Pangu and the Duotian Shenfan, he agreed to Jiang Chen's request without a second thought and released the Ancestral Witch mark on his body.
The next moment, a force uniquely belonging to the authority of water, through a mysterious connection, transferred from the ruins of Mount Buzhou to Mount Buzhou itself, and then to Jiang Chen.
"What! How could this be?"
