"Indeed there are others, but why can't I find any information on them?" Situ An's eyes burned with ambition; he was like a starving wolf.
"Do you plan to kill them ahead of time? It's useless; the Shadow World won't choose just one person. You can't kill them all." Lu Cang knew Situ An well: "In the Shadow World, there are only dead gods, and every household head is a potential vessel for them. When the Shadow World successfully merges with reality and they become indistinguishable, they will be resurrected in each of the household heads."
"Then will I also be devoured and disappear?" Situ An had never heard Lu Cang speak of such things before.
"That's why choosing which dead god to help is important. It can't be too strong, nor too weak; it can't be too evil, nor too feeble." As the scars on Lu Cang's face glistened like dragon scales, intense fighting noises came from the inner room, as if someone had crashed against the door.
