"Did you hear that just now?" Cui Zhen'en blinked.
Everyone nodded together.
"Is this guy talking?"
"It is... the God of Causality?"
"What divinity or not, what you've been saying before is already strange enough, isn't this just a slime monster!" Pedro finally couldn't hold back anymore, feeling that if he kept silent, he would go mad before he could stay alive.
"Leisk?" Zhang Zhiyuan looked towards the boy.
The latter looked at the horn in his hands that was trembling wildly and replied stiffly, "Yes, it is the origin of the Evil God..."
"No, I am just a drop of water that has been separated, a branch, a snowflake... It wasn't until a long time after I arrived here that I formed an independent consciousness." The blob of slime suddenly jumped up and landed precisely on Ailuodi's shoulder. "I can sense that the power that shaped you is of the same origin as mine. Now... take me away from here."
