"Not interested."
As soon as his voice faded, Pang Jian disappeared into thin air.
The banner that bore the consciousness of The Observer watched silently with countless eyes—some hollow, others deep and mysterious—as they observed the very spot where Pang Jian vanished, using Divine Power to sense him.
But they found nothing.
"He can teleport instantaneously..."
The Observer muttered, as the many divergent selves within began to quietly converse.
"The one who guided us in the Land of Prayer Spirit had prepared in advance a vessel that could manifest some of his powers. He seemed to know well in advance that the Purgatory World was about to open, and that the once-in-a-hundred-thousand-year transformation of heaven and earth was coming."
"He must be in the land where the Fire God fell."
