In the deep, ink-black "curtain" of darkness, Pang Jian's robe was equally pitch-black and should have merged with the dark, yet somehow, He could still be seen by them.
Gazing at Pang Jian, their eyes naturally drifted toward his pupils.
There, it was as if two vast, deep seas were contained.
Within the seas, dark canopy boats sailed toward the distance, seemingly aiming to reach the end of the sea to enter the depths of Pang Jian's heart.
Anyone who stared into Pang Jian's eyes would be drawn to the dark canopy boats and couldn't help but continue to watch.
They would also feel dizzy and sense their divine consciousness slipping away.
"Pang Jian!"
Li Wang, Pu Zhaotian, and Su Wenrou suddenly looked alarmed.
After a bizarre cry, Pu Zhaotian's chubby face was the first to stretch into an exaggerated smile.
He shouted loudly, "You kid, you're still alive?"
The rest of the true gods, looking down at Pang Jian, were similarly jolted.
